Invincible is the spirit of the subtle Spring
that slowly fades after fighting a losing battle
against armors of Summer with its hard sting
who reduces the koel's song to a poor prattle;
the white butterflies dancing in mid-day Sun
on baked grass try hard to preserve its sheen,
as like soldiers lush Leaves on stoic trees burn
in return to retain the tri-color's patriotic green;
flowers like outraged virgins droop from the boughs
with their looks piteously turned to silhouette Moon,
as with wind they confer how to bear without grouse
for they know in life, death is a must later or soon;
a lone bird on electric wire broods over tenuous life
of things beautiful getting lost in turmoil and strife.
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