seasons are wonderful,
sometimes they are colorful.
seasons are of many kinds,
some are mild, some are wild,
winter, summer and spring,
it is the turn when cuckoo sings,
monsoons are full of rains,
which falls in lane,
summers are hot,
we eat mangoes and drink a water a lot,
winters are cold,
which makes us bold,
there are different colours of life,
with different seasons god has given us choice..
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