With the vintage songs
And the tinsel moon,
Here I welcome August,
With the memories of dewdrops!
Holding the bouquet of rosy dawn,
Here my shiny moments were drawn,
With some hues that depicted love,
With some glitter that is still left in my heart.
Former is the love lane,
A parting gift of July
Now finally breaks the chain,
Of the existence, I once relied.
Cherishing the breath of reality,
Here I drop my skin of past,
The golden trail that July gifted,
August holds the rebirth of mine!– Aashvi Solanki