I carry seasons in me ,
Latent wrath ,scorched life ,
Emotional drizzling ,wasted me ,
Cold grips, the sensations within,
a season of hope ,trembling deep,
Not every clime has ,charm of lune,
Not every time life ,enjoys a full moon !!!
Seasons
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Embrace Life 
Reena ji,
your lines are not merely words they are a silent symphony of the seasons unfolding within…
At places, a suppressed fire like the scorching sun,
and elsewhere, a gentle drizzle of emotions like dew upon petals.
“Not every clime has the charm of moonlight…”
This line softly inscribes a profound truth across the sky of life
that not every night is a full moon,
and not every heart receives light without an inner journey.
Your poem feels like an invitation to witness the changing seasons within
where there is fragmentation, there is pulsation…
and deep within, a quiet hope waiting to be born.
Deeply evocative, soulful, and truly touching. 🙏
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A deeply evocative and introspective piece. The way you weave seasons into emotions is striking—it feels like a journey through inner landscapes, where each line carries a different shade of experience.
Phrases like “emotional drizzling” and “cold grips” are especially powerful, creating vivid sensations that the reader can almost feel. The closing lines leave a quiet, lingering truth—not every phase of life is full or bright, yet each has its own meaning.
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