I look towards sky with helplessness,
But life filled with joy and sweetness,
For centuries man kind failed to witness,
Holy creations lived so happily in oneness,
With all merciful act and grace,
I raise my head with gloom on face,
Request the God not to make us out of race,
Allow us to live with peace and great embrace,
When I bow before you with so many questions,
Find so many wrongs with the season,
All the three let loose hell,
How do I feel so kind and well?
Rain brings so much destruction and flood.
As if some demon is hungry for blood,
Loose we shelter and out of food,
Nothing looks so kind and good,
Summer bring scorching heat,
Throw the fire balls in form of heat,
No one dare to take out the head,
Always thirsty and water not had,
Death in all winter more severe,
Many perish in snow here,
How to face and no where to go?
Prepare for the worst with season’s flow,
What a joy and happiness you bring?
Bestowed us with beautiful season spring,
Cuckoo and birds with melodious voice,
We never fear seasons but have no choice.
hasmukh amathalal
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