A Blossom in Winter
Is it possible to find a ray of hope when you are ceased in the dark?
Drizzling snowfall painted
Those cold barren streets
Stolid was lake, and
Stood there a blossom tree
Draped in the curtain of flakes
Were its brown boughs
As it yearned for the spring
Aching in the memories
Of the past, which was
Once it’s present
When the sun smiled
All through the day
Brightly in delight
When the blossoms swayed
On the rhythm of
The soft and warm breeze
When the birds sang
Along with the dance
Of the swirling leaves
When the butterflies cavorted
Across the branches
Of it’s pink little flowers
When the lake gossiped
About the sea, and
The tree listened quietly
Cherishing every moment
It spent through the summer
It consoles itself
Hoping for the retrieval
Of those good old days
Where once again
The sun smiles
The blossoms sway
The birds sing
The butterflies cavort
And wakes up that lake
Which is long lost
In a cold sleep.
~ Afrah Khan
When we are stuck somewhere where going back seems impossible, every hope flows away with thought that what if we aren’t able to make it back home? I resemble this tree in us who is remembering the good times it spent before getting stuck in this Lost World, and tranquillizing itself that this time shall too pass.
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