Doomed

The Summer sun doesn't shine, 
in my life for a long time. 
Monsoons surely bring rain, 
to celebrate my pain. 
I'm in my late Autumn, 
gradually becoming numb. 
And waiting for Winter to arrive, 
I don't know how long can I survive. 
As spring has turned away her eyes, 
I've landed in Inferno, banished from Paradise. 
My flowers will no longer bloom, 
I know I've approached my coldest doom.

~ Manisha Roy

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