Season Flower Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Love is not the season-flower,
Love is the medicine for all diseases
That are giving troubles to you
And love is here for ever as it is.
Pluck love-flower from the tree of time,
And use love everywhere for your
Own peace and stability.
When love is there with you
No one dares to defeat you
And all would come to you
To take shelter in busy-routine life.
Life itself is the fruits of love,
And come on with that fruits
And flowers to enlighten all.