Nice Autumn Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Spring had last laugh
To be seen rough
A wind started blowing northward
Shaking the leaves backward

It was warning
In early morning
That was first sign
For the arrival of autumn

Spring got alarmed
So far nothing was harmed
Her pride feeling was hurt
Autumn had been severe with so short notice

Yes nothing remains permanent
There has to be past and no present
Tomorrow is knocking door
Think not of falling on floor

Yes, it is sign of fall
Days are over for scaling wall
We are all victim of circumstances
From time to time, we must change our stance

It is good to bend
Make foe a friend
Get prepared for final blow
You shall be happy tomorrow