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Mansi Chaturvedi

Abstract

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Mansi Chaturvedi

Abstract

Seasons

Seasons

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A little puzzled I was

When I first met him

He looked quite angry with his life.

He would turn red in rage

At the slightest of things

Disturbing all who struggled to survive.

He would be harsh to 

All around him

Just like the summer

With its scorching heat

It was hard to keep up with him

Or be happy.

People asking him to leave.

I never saw him calm down

I saw him furious all the time

Making life miserable for everything and everyone

Who was around?


 A small pretty lady stayed with him

Quite and content with life

Being with a tyrant like him

Meant a lot of struggle and strife.

I saw her wipe the tears

Which she held on inside

She would shed them like the drizzle

Which would stop in a while.

She prayed and hoped for the better

She held on and stayed strong

But at times she did burst open

When things seem to be wrong.

The tears would run down

As the heart flood with pain

I saw it gushing down through her eyes

Like the fury of a troubled rain.


A lot turned around for them

When she walked out of his life

A lot was left and shed with time

As she was only left in pain.

There came a lady

Age shining on her face

>Looking dull and worn out in life

But always ready for a change.

Years had shed her beauty

Wrinkled lines had stories to share

Like the leaves that once were full of youth

But now lay crumpled everywhere.

A lot changed in her life

She had hoped to live again

When there came in a little one

Who made her smile again.

She lay all wrapped up in her arms

As cozy as could be

She brought happiness and warmth

In her life

Making life hopeful and easy.

The little hands held on

The rosy pink cheeks did glow

When her eyes did sparkle

To tell her

Life has so much in store.


A beautiful girl she found in her

Who added colour to her life

She danced around her

Like the butterflies in the wild.

Life turned meaningful

There was happiness everywhere

She had found a friend in her

There was no struggle or despair.

The little girl grew up

A beautiful lady vibrant as spring

Who knew how to be happy

Who knew how to live?

Life has its phases

Life as people who are there

Some may be hard to understand

Some who know how to care.

We all hope for changes

Like the seasons in our life

Each one adds just the little change

That teaches us lessons of life. 


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