Seasons
Autumns are the season of emptiness
which is the invitation for newness,
Here leaves are falling-off
& the earth is giving show-off,
We're enjoying fall of leaves
& here's beautiful every eves,
Pomegranates & peaches are here juicy
autumn is sometimes as like as boozy.
Winters are the season of cold
hot applications are like as gold,
Here days are short
& nights are long,
We're inside blankets
& singing song,
Carrot pudding & soups are only hope
because in the list of favorite these are top.
Springs are the season of fullness
rebirth & renewal gives happiness,
Here crops become new
& festivals are dew,
We're feel some 'feel of joy'
as we're actually God's toy,
Apricots & litchis are here yummy
eating less, 'my son' says my mummy.
Summers are the season of hot
cold places are the main spot,
Here days are long
& nights are short,
We're out in cooler
'coz of feeling hot,
Juices & ice-cream are point of joy
'coz of these, summers we enjoy.
Copyright © Amit Dhiman | Year Posted 2016
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