Samima ShahFaheem

The Seasonals - Poem by Samima ShahFaheem

Must have experienced all Seasons
Awaited them, without any reason
But Seasonals, a term coined to ephemeral
Attain short lived HIGHS, seldom durable
Definitely aren't any veggies or fruits
But people around us, in varied pursuits

1st kind of Seasonal are new Homey Chefs
No humble requests listened, are deaf
Become Master Chefs by watching BBC food
Taste their experiments, or be labeled Rude
Bear such seasonal, is someone close to you
Will make something good, in a day or two

2nd are Seasonal Writers and Readers
Their inspiration is close by, someone else a seeder
Make fabricated news known to you
Have an old reading habit, finish books in hours few
A little digging unfolds some obvious realizations
Skimming and somersaulting with a lot of exaggeration
Their writing a word salad, incoherence worth seeing
Dream as published writers, such strange beings

Then comes the 3rd kind of Seasonal
Are philosophers and thinkers, No rule is liable
Use others words and thoughts as their own
Quotation marks to them is unknown
If accidently you shed some light to it
A crime unforgetful, sure‘d commit
Be guarded, they can be around you
It's your luck whichever gets you.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2012

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