Limited Time Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I think many times
And wonder sometimes
What would have been?
If seasons were unseen

If they had no chosen path
To come and remind you of both
The sadness and happiness
Only needed to be chased

The spring always ready to show color
From nature's wealthy store
How many colors in form of flowers?
All came up from rainy showers

With the advent of autumn
It was some source of concern
The dear ones were parting
The separation period was starting

Life is like staging show
Where person come on stage and go
Perform in limited time
And say good bye in destined time