The Best Season

As the rains come crashing down,

Thundering against our metal bus,

A debate ensues amongst me and my friends,

On which season is the best

I hate the monsoons,

one girl complains,

So wet it is and gloomy,

All my clothes are left dirty with mud stains

Oh! Don’t you remember the summer past,

Another girl remarks,

How we sweat and burned,

Even after dabbing more than enough sunblock

Winters are excruciatingly tough,

I expostulate,

My bones shiver and my teeth chatter,

My lifeline stutters in that state

No, you’re wrong and you and you,

A boy points to all of us,

Autumn is the worst season,

It’s so sad and lonely and just the worse

A girl coughs then,

the girl I like,

She’s so beautiful and fair,

My heart goes on a strike

Should we get back on topic, she says,

Which is the best season,

All of you nincompoops, instead

Are canvassing like heathens

Spring is the best, she comments,

My favourite of all,

Green is the shroud,

That covers everything, big and small

I stay quiet,

Not wanting to speak against,

She is my future wife,

And my inhibitions wouldn’t be taken in good faith

As I nod slowly,

Glancing at her secretively,

When a boy in arrogance says,

Spring is same as summer, effectively

Before I can defend my lady’s honour,

Another speaks,

Summers are the best,

Aren’t holidays all we seek

It’s hard to argue,

And everyone concurs,

Nothing beats vacations,

Not rains, nor winter nor green covers