The Change-Inevitable

Sky roared all of a sudden

Neither it dared to inform

Nor i was prepared for it

It stormed and thundered. 

The heap of hopes piled in my imagination

Has been all washed and mixed with unidentifiable dirts

I had terrible misery separating them

And finally tired of having it aggravated. 

It thundered and poured down 

Beautiful blossoms are destroyed

Fertile soils are washed away

And it brought dregs from all over. 

I hoped for the spring long

When winter promised me white flakes

I borne it in freezing cold

But ultimately it had nothing-spring. 

I dreamt long of the spring

With blossoms everywhere

Daisy to Lily to daffodils

But just the green has engulfed. 

I now neither hope 

Nor dream of my choice

So i rest calmly 

Appreciating the change - inevitable.