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.) 

:) :) :)

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