seasons

seasons

the colorful rainbow shinning bright

the shimmering sunlight sprinkling its all pervasive light

the omnipresent coolness of the omnipotent breeze

the nature showcasing its beauty with so much of ease

the kaliedoscopic seasons manifest the vagaries of nature

the seasons are a true depiction of the human stature

every season is a paradox in itself

showcasing different shades on the same shelf

the summer promises us lumonisity

but it also clads us with heat in full genorisity

the pleasentness of the winds in winters calms our semblance

the cloudy weather however bears a gloomy resemblance

during the monsoon,the melliflous raindrops and the muddy fragrance reflect postivity and boom

ironically this season's stormy weather can play a vicious role, sabotage lives and dispell doom

this is the mystical complexity of every season

so cryptic and inexplicable that no human being has ever been able to reason

thus every season is a melange of sweet and tangy flavour

which we as humanbeings should be grateful of and definetely savor

my munificent friend-the sun

my munificent friend-the sun

thomas edison invented 1 bulb n he was extolled

thereafter electrical shops manufactured several to be sold

what abt the one who manufactured just one and his tale is seldom discussed or told

the sun enlightens the world,it possess the power which no bulb or tube light can hold

he very unconditionally n selflessly does this for his son,for his young daughter.

yet we ungrateful souls just complain about the sweltering summer days getting hotter

the high electicity bill burns a hole in our pockets

the prices of it every year simply sky rockets

yet we dont thank the unrelenting friend which functions without any plugs or sockets

my benevolent friend,unlike the fair weather friends ,never wishes for any gifts or expensive diamond studed lockets

he shines n shines like an ingenious one shimmering all day all bright

he relinquishes the darkness bestowed upon us by the night

just innocently smiling n chuckling promising us a picturesque sight

he sprinkles his mystical light on every child whether black or white

He never breaks his promise or his oath

his punctuality is a an exemplary troth

which he has made to the plants to usher their growth

n to us humans,who sometimes mistake his light as the almighty waxing wroth

every morning it greets us with its warm kiss

when the chirpy birds waken up abandoning their bliss

soon the alarm clocks at our homes begin to ring

the ear splitting sounds charge us money to sing

our prompt buddy does it for naught

for he is something on earth we ve got without it being bought

thank him always,ever day ,for he has given us what not

i take this opportunity to thank my openhanded amie who has given me a lot

--------------by mahima wadhwa---------------------!!!