Autumn arrived Heralding umpteen hopes for my broken and bruised heart, soul Having zero confidence, self-esteem. And my mind losing all it's sheen After facing turmoils of heinous time.

The falling leaves Telling me to let go By saying to my weeping soul, 'Shed burdens in a manner full of grace.' For it's not worthy of your time To carry the load of Expectations.

The tides of time Has their own flow and route And with every changing season The scenarios will change for better You are an entity unique, You must learn to cherish. 'Your own true self.'