The Troublesome Seasons Poem by Govind P Hali
The Troublesome Seasons
How hot it is
To live without a fan!
Clothes are stinking
As I sweat every moment...
Now it is Summer,
And unbearable it seems!
Every time I wished,
The cool climate to arrive...
How cool it is,
The rain came atlast!
Coughing and sneezing,
As I drench every time...
Now it is Monsoon,
I can't even play!
Some times I wish-
For the sunny days to come...
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5/5/2024 5:58:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We are at the mercy of nature. A great poem.