A woman’s body as well
Has its seasons and that too beautifully.
Her Winters, though cold
Do hide feelings,
Glorious and glamourous
While she sits, meek as lamb
Waiting for her snow to melt.
Her Autumn is full of changes.
She quietly sheds off her old leaves.
Conoisseur of the female experience,
She knows her new shoots will have
The magical look to uphold her dignity.
Summer is the season which has every reason
To bask in the sun, practise fabulous water sports,
Explore the woods and her secrets,
Dive deep in the sea’s colorful garden.
She prepares her ‘papad’ for the whole year
Along with pickles and preserves.
Moreover, love- making in the open air is what she desires and does.
When Spring comes in all hues and colors,
She focusses on her blossoms
With renewed verve and enthusiasm
For she knows very well that the quality
Of her blossoms with decide the quality of her fruits,
Crimson, yellow, red and burgundy
To break the records of her times.