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Winter flows without chill in wings
Not even a few sneezing snow flowers
No cold bites -no winds of whispers
Surprises me on earth with heights in blankness

Summer without scorching scenes
Not in even a blow of hot fuming sheen
No propensity of swell in sweatings
Questions me for my cool tempers in silence


Autumn not flying any fall colours in tandem
Missing for the eyes all in all a nature's feast
Walkways with no whispers from dried grass
No answers to satiate the buds as no salt added to taste

Spring with no new ring tones in greens
Not even a song from cuckoo or koel
Heart agonised with breathing droughts
No word to spell in sweet and heart


Life abnormal with natures atrocities
Living the life with unknown aberrations
Nature acts as weather God reports
Bringing shocks by the seasonal quacks
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