Seasons Smile
Seasons come,
Seasons go,
Past is forgotten, present is forgiven.
Memories get aged, get ignored,
Dreams are born, get matured
And with every season new,
A magic is unveiled.
For the lengthier days,
I wait for the winter to pass by,
Never but dislike the non-harsh coldness.
I enjoy the yellow and mellow,
But not the dry browns.
And then, the clouds come down,
To bring in a soothing green.
When the soil is muddy and at times, awash,
Vanishes the tough and noisy monsoon,
Blessing with a lovely spring,
And it’s then I smile full-hearted.
(Like anything plantlike in Kerala.)
:) :) :)
Image Credits: Picjumbo
Let it rain on some days,
ReplyDeletelet yourself shiver on some cold nights,
So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through.
That's true!
DeleteBeautiful poem, Aiswarya :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Ravish!
DeleteSuch a beautiful work this is :)
ReplyDeleteIt's great to know that you enjoyed reading. :)Thank You!
DeleteNice Poem
ReplyDeleteThank You Vel!
DeleteLovely analogy to life!
ReplyDeleteI think there's an analogous relationship between almost everything!
DeleteGood one
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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