SEASONS
Writes
about a life fascinated searches,
There
will be plenty of luxury comfort,
Drives
mind thoughts, continuous flow,
Dreaming
seasons rotate, changes occur,
How
beautiful flora and fauna attract,
Ornate
worth floral season spring ushers,
Blossoms
entice the heart, get wanderlust,
Seduces
fragrant wildflowers colors host,
How
the meadows turn greenish grass fields,
Butterflies
get wild among flowers a sight,
Honey
bees make humming sound busy,
Collects
honey this season weather cozy,
Gentle
sunlight, the warmth visible lovely,
Dreams
comfortably leisurely state past,
Winter
came, tortured a lot, chilling spine,
The
cold wind, empty roads at night,
Hidden
life warmth near the hearth light,
Life
finds confined chooses home warned,
There
was snowfall in the hills, a cold wave,
Earth
changes to a canopy of white color,
The
sun rays over the snows love the decor,
New
Year season just around the corner arrives,
Summer,
the months of festivals, life thrives,
The
bumper crops, happy time, celebratory,
People
joined for the color festival, Holi,
Once
harvesting is over blister hot sun,
Parched
lips, dry throats demanding,
Water
gets scarcer worth watching village,
Miles
village women walk collected pitchers,
The
river water turns blue serpentine thread,
Boating
berths empty people walk across,
The
gardens orchard attracts everybody,
The
bud has come mango trees scent,
The
smell of ripened jackfruits, guava rope,
More
soothing the shades under trees,
Why
do people feel the visible mirth singing,
Offer
the creator plenty of fruits, sweets,
The
sweet water saucy juice mixture,
Drinking
children youths dancing joyfully,
Come
June, weeks after the squall visit,
Erases
hot and humid life profusely sweat,
The
cold showers, icy wind hailstones,
The
early symbol indicates monsoon is nearer,
It
rains, rains only for a few days incessantly,
Night
comes, walk in the street, toads rant,
The
white music by raindrops trendy pool,
Romantic
mood, automatic, aroused soaks,
The
sound disturbed me, thought thunder,
Light
the balcony felt the lightning.
Got
up and called my granddaughter,
Grandpa,
please cover the shawl, cold,
Realized,
it is evening she gave me my stick,
She
invited me to down-floor coffee is hot,
Hold
my hand lead through the staircase,
Late
evening if my life weathered seasons,
No
more throb thrill, excitation calm,
Nostalgic
seasons change January noticeably,
Watching
Cricket fever in the country,
Dinner
time when over, sleep till dawn,
Leave
the notebook my pen inked vision.
Pen:
Bijayananda Mishra
Title
of Poem: Seasons
Themes:
Arrival of summer
Date:
21st January 2023, Cuttack
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