Spring Never Came.

Someone once said that waiting is one of the most excruciating yet romantic things in the world, and when I think about it, all of us have been waiting for something or the other throughout our lives. It just never seems to come our way. We might have found it already. But for those of us who haven’t, and for those of us who don’t see it coming for a really long time, I think it’s more about the gradually diminishing hope. That’s what this poem is about.

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I sit by the window,
Watch the world turn ’round,
They told me spring was near,
Flowers would blossom now;
The days turned nights,
The sun went down,
But the cold never thawed,
Spring nowhere to be found.

And I was left blue,
No one to talk to,
A shell of solitude,
All alone in my misery,
Locked doors trapped me in–
I was waiting for spring.

Stuck in a nightmare,
Living the same, old day,
I watched the sun rise
But spring never came.

I told myself I could wait another day,
But spring never came.

The sun went colder
Every passing night,
Clouds remained hung low,
Caressing as they passed by,
I wait for the warmth,
It never did come,
Spring still a stranger,
No warmth, no sun.

They told me days would fly,
There’d be colour in white,
I stayed up ’til sun rise,
But the world remained dark,
We still had frozen hearts
No sun could ever thaw–

I keep waiting for change,
Living the same, old day,
Waited for blue skies,
But spring never came.

I told myself I could wait another day,
But spring never came.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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