“After the roast of summer,the drip and sludge of monsoon and before the deep freeze of the winter comesthe autumn. It brings along with it the season of lights and festivals”
When summer retires,
Monsoon tires,
Autumn arrives,
Before the winter strikes.
This is when the summer gets over,
The monsoon gets slower,
Nights become pleasant,
And the days a merriment.
It’s time for the harvest,
When farmers fill their pockets,
But then the days begin to get shorter,
And the nights longer.
The horizon gets hazy,
Daylight gets dimmer,
The Sun changes its line,
And the darkness multiplies.
Inthe art of poetry,
Autumnstrikes the chord of melancholy,
When the summer is gone,
And winter is on the horizon.
The skies turn grey,
Usable daylight drops by the day,
The makeup of the day,
Changes in the wake,
And the night broadens its base.
It’s time for jumpers,
As the dawns are chilly,
Mornings are foggy,
Days are smoggy,
And nights are wintry.
As I step out of my house,
The air is heavy,
The breeze is frisky,
And where the sun is fussy.
All along the meadows,
There are long shadows,
But between the shadows,
There are divine hallows.
Autumn sounds like ... the winter’s cousin,
No doubt it is myfavourite season,
That announces a string of interventions,
And with that ... grand celebrations,
So for me,
It is the king of all seasons.
“Autumn is also known as fall. But in the fallmy cheer soars up”
