Come summer,
I reminisce your warmth in the midday sun
Come winter,
The coldness in your eyes reveal.
Monsoon arrives with a burst of song
And droplets, yet again, sing of pain.
The sunburns, the frost bites
and the drowning floods are seasonal.
The pain of your loss alone
is perennial.
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