Precious given time

If flowers do not bloom in the season; it is no spring for me
I avoided looking my face in the mirror; it has a mean to me
The last season went blooming;
This season, complexes spotted me
If I do not take care of myself;
Then who will take care of me?
I kept writing positive poems;
The first time I drove the car, everything appeared normal to me
This time too, things shall work out, as good as for me

Dr. Baljit Singh
Sunday 23rd September 2018