Seasons Resolved. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

India is a tropical country where
Spring, Summer, Monsoon, Autumn,
Pre-winter and Winter are
six seasons of the year.
They come one after another
in serial order with their
characteristic ecology and weather.

Once all seasons gathered together
for a free talk where Spring
occupied the chair.
Her speech was so vivifying
and substantiating that it
touched the hearts of others,
entire meeting was filled with
overwhelming joy and cheer.

She proclaimed that we six were
bonded in a string of love,
never interfered with one another.
Ever happy to have obeyed
the laws of nature,
maintained a nice balance
for all human lives and others.

But now a days we have already
lost our Autumn and Pre-winter
so much so we don't even find
their where about.
See, I have just arrived now,
not completed my span on earth,
Summer has interfered,
shown its scorching heat and light.

Whom would we tell our sorrow
and misfortune that befell on us
due to activities of man.
None other than man
has destroyed the environment for which we lost two members
of our own.

Such human doings may
bring about further deterioration
in our love, discipline and existence.
Let us revolt against man,
trouble him by unseasonal rain,
cold, heat and hurricane
to restore balance and
save our own race.