Musing 167 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

How long can one be under the rose garden
Enjoying the advent of spring pleasant without the shade
Under the maze of tweets of birds excellent?
The amaze of spring is quite short liven
Tends to hide for year from summer scorching
Whose ire none to dare withstand save the rains,
The falling water incessant from the dark clouds from haven
Lashing indiscreet with all pleasures inundated.
Autumn although brings brief comforts by dews cold
But winter sneezes frequent soon discomforting the human self.