People Of Spring... Poem by sehdev sharma

People are not less than seasons,
as they show us different colors.
The season of summer
burns our bodies,
The season of monsoon,
the spread of humidity across.
The season of winter,
chilling, and bone cutting.
The season of autumn,
harsh and shredding leaves.
But the season of springs,
the ever best.
It brings in new buds,
tiny soft leaves,
ask every flower to blossom,
Allows every branch of a tree,
to spread its sphere.
Eventually, it brings,
newness in the environment.
People around us,
are not less alike than seasons.
Some burn us, so give humidity,
some are cold and some shred our emotions.
O, human,
Search for a soul like a spring season,
who can rejuvenate our feelings,
fill us with novice emotions,
help us to spread our horizons too.

Sehdev Sharma
9988014800 Jalandhar Punjab India