A Spring of my own

spring also has diverse connotations,
one contemporary, all warmth that harbors, 
putting an end to harsher climes,
spreading incessant waves of joy and cheer,

the other,
announced advent of enlightened masses,
it may be the arab or Tunisian jasmine,
uniting disparate classes, castes, religious ambitions,

as for me, I await a spring of my own,
the cold dark winter is getting prolonged,
ruffled spirits, battered emotions,
its been tough, but I hold on,

a clutch of personalities chose to ride along,
many dropping off at sight of imminent dangers,
when did I assure of only bright days and peaceful nights,
this winter of love or despair, was not for me to create,

there are a few who still tag along,
strong resolves and unconditional belonging,
shivering and numb, I look upto them and feel alive,
as I await a spring of my own.