O’ My Soul; Spring is Gone!

Thin, weary, dry and woe-begone
No more joy, no more bliss
It is autumn, spring is gone
No more joy, no more bliss

When it was spring
The Life was a maying
Now It is autumn, the youth is gone
The time is over, the bliss is gone

O’my soul! every thing is gone
Cease dreaming them, they are gone

Thou seek peace, peace is gone
Thou seek bliss, bliss is gone



It’s now turning cold gradually

the sun will not shine furiously

the winter is set to prevail

the summer is fading

the loaded trees are now yielding

the pale leaves are now falling

the garden’s beauty is splashed

the gorgeous flowers are perished

fields are turned yellow

                                     no more visitors for the meadow

chums are down with flu

It is now the barren Autumn!