Mausam (Season) Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Seasons do not change
In the sense they suitable manage
Give full justice to the role
With kind gesture respond to the call

She stands honest to her name
She smiles with freedom and claim
Her role is limited to particular season
She can not act of her own without reason

In rain, she is at peak
Showing world that she is not weak
Her own color adds to beauty
That is the blessings from almighty

What does her rainbow speak?
From sky and touching to highest peak
With sun rays piercing through for magic show!
I consider it divine and bear beautiful glow

Above and all, that smile is worth and precious
I wish and pray to remain it continuous
It is one of the proud moments to have such friend
Who has an ability to bring cheers at the end

Her smile makes me to wonder
As if lightening strikes with thunder
It sends thousands of drum’s noise
I look above and silently promise

I must cherish woman from across
Bless her if she believes in cross
Pray for her beautiful smile
To stay as long as she prefers with style