My Solitary Hues

The wind blows
The river flows
The ice thaws ,
My mind glows.

I laughed and soliloquised
Can I grasp the seasons ?
The destiny smiled ,
Shirked the fusions.

My towering ambitions changes for the renovations
My longings reached the zenith
My hues of hope celebrated with the transformation ,
And blossomed through my solitary blithe.

Polly Handique