Pass me by

Many seasons have passed me by
One after, another, after another
From one end of this, world to the other,
Many springs have crossed me by
Since marigold in lahore, and
Poinsettia in Edinburgh
All bloomed and withered away,
Many autumn arrived and stayed
Illuminating the silent valleys with
Rainfall of flaming leaves
And just when I thought,
it wouldn't ever leave me alone
Winters arrived and brought along some tears
In the sombre moonlit colder nights
The pain would heightened and shine
Like the last of the twinkling star
Looking down upon the sleeping sea
Spring returned but all without hopes
The seasons switched and years gone by
One after another, they passed me by.