Seasons' Change

By Yash Raj Shukla

How she turns like a springing breeze,

Melting egoistic walls of winter;

Whose pride she hurt by stepping across,

Them that bound her winds to cease.

Why they turned those flowers to dunes,

Fragrance which once fueled their life;

Whose broken pieces now left to dust,

She blew across and rained them clean.

How the fall had seen her shed,

Tears at night for so prolonged;

Days hid those with a few drying leaves,

Marks on ground and yet so deep.

Cold she runs and so you freeze,

Winter once that you had been;

Now all seasons that she has seen,

Cost to flow then 'Cold' it is.

By Yash Raj Shukla