Season's Dream

Winter is yet to come

Rain is yet to leave its dome

The beauty of nature is yet to

Dominate the craving globe

People are yet to sincerely

Wait for the refreshment

They are yet to yield before

The reaction of the Nature

Human society is yet to have

To pay compensation to her

Irrespective of status core

Disorders are yet to be set

Right through gloomy crises

White owl is yet to fly over

The meadows for re-creation

White vulture is yet to search

And pouch on the corpse

Nightingale is yet to sing in

The flowery garden of hamlet

Housewife is yet to think on

The solution of titbits at home

Parents are yet to ponder over

The future life of their children

Mobiles are yet to be switched

Off by the juvenile generations

Woodpecker is yet to strike on

the Bark of the trees & hover on

The teacher is yet to teach as per

The indigenous moral tradition

Tiger is yet to stalk the wild

Beasts for the uptodate living

Chitah is yet to be seen on the

Lap of decorous nature's growth

Jackal is yet to roam in the village

Necropolis for its dietary urge

All are now on the waiting list

Prepared by Almighty at His best.