Song Of Seasons Poem by Sumit Ganguly

Teenage offers a flowering season.
Days are colourful, lukewarm,
flowers in red lips, rainbow hair-clips
smile and dance around in juvenile style.
White flowers born in night
showcase simplicity of heart
and south wind invites,
'Let spring bring out adolescent in you.'

Then comes the season of brightness,
heat of passion
daily drudgery of repetition
till the season of germination quenches thirst.

There is no autumn or winter in progressive society.
The grey and white phases work behind the scenes
to reap, store and let the sphere roll
for grooming the gems of tomorrow.