Life is spring
When we are
Blossomed with pleasure
Life is summer
When we are
Exhausted with labour
Life is winter
When we are
Gloomy with terror
Life is rains
When we are
Wet with loving flavour
In fact life is
A mixture
Like an unending tremor
In the infinite
Ocean of the
Creator's endless Nature
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