A woman’s body as well
Has its seasons.
Her Winters though cold
Do hide feelings
Glorious and glamorous
While she sits, meek as lamb
Waiting for her snow to melt.
Her Autumn is full of changes,
She quietly shed off her old leaves.
Connoisseur 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, practice the fabulous water sports,
Explore the woods and her secrets,
Dive deep in the sea’s colorful garden
And prepare her papad for the year
Along with the hot pickles and preserves.
And love-making in the open air,
On the beaches is what her body loves.
When Spring comes in all her hues and colors,
With uncompromising clear-sightedness,
She focuses on her blossoms,
With renewed verve and enthusiasm
For she knows very well that the quality
Of her blossoms will decide the quality
Of her fruits, crimson, yellow, burgundy
To break the records of her times.