Seasonal Moods! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by lalitha iyer

it rains
and it pains
in chains
the mind clogged
revolts dogged
sun never dawns
inside the thoughts
drink as you may
yet lulling moods play
as the mornings sleep
the body wheels peep
to come out or not
from the garrage they plot
rainy hours kills the urge to dress out
they ask us to lie upon the bed and stick out
remotes act, screens accelerate
story books fly fast
and hungry mouths gulp to last

it is summer,
sun is early
budding life freely
everyone is on the streets
the lane is full of buzzling beats
dashing life crossing the roads
lusty nature awakens early
every being bursting ripe
the breakfast hours preponed
kids of chirpy life bell
every new warmth and smell.

Winter and frost kills me full
I watch my grave built
by seconds
freezing bites cross the line
and I feel the fill
of new born gale
winter blues stretch my gloom
i am sad and i dont bloom
purest season
cruelest in fashion
lazy bones they ache in pain
backaches multiply
and bitter moments cry
Winter makes me nostalgic
i weep for my dead ones
and sob for the broken hearts
for the shivering poor
I pray and play not
just put my thoughts into the hole
that leads to the centre of the whole
the entire season it balls up into one roll
life hanging between death and drolls.