I am nearly happy,
but happiness has yet not come.
A part of me feels lost
and my eyes feel numb.
I know where have I kept it safe,
the fragments of my missing parts.
It’s in a locker far away;
the key in a chain near my heart.
But neither can I go to bring it back
nor can it come to me.
Not that we have never tired
oh! it’s across many seas.
The fall has begun to wither
so I begin to crumble.
Soon I will begin to shiver
The snow won’t be humble.
Alas! Summer will come again.
Though it has just passed
but this time it will be different,
I will be happy at last.
The warm sun will make me smile
As my happiness will come back to me
Then any seasons will not matter
It will be forever jolly.
Riddhima Sharma
A literature fanatic from Nepal, currently residing in Ottawa, Canada. Although I write nonfiction articles for a living, I write poems for myself. I have studied communications all my life and have chosen a career as a communication professional.