I look lush green in my monsoon
And wear a golden yellow gown in autumn
I look dry, hot and brown in scorching summer
And white and cool expanse in chilly winter,
I am colourful and vibrant in spring,
dark at night and bright in the morning
but I must not be mistaken as a chameleon
who changes its colour as per the demand of the situations.
In every season I may adorn myself with a different gown
Sometimes stunning, sometimes solemn
But like Earth, at core I'm the same, unalterable
So baselessly never blame me as inconsistent as a chamaleon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fitting ode to our Mother Earth