The Seasons Of The Heart Poem by Santanu Banerjee

In spring's first bloom, where tender buds arise,
Love stirs like whispers through the warming breeze,
With petals soft and bright beneath clear skies,
Its joy is sown in moments meant to seize.

In summer's heat, when passions flame and flare,
Love swells and surges, fierce as ocean tides,
A blaze of fire, too bold for hearts to bear,
Where every touch, like lightning, burns and hides.

Then autumn's chill brings change upon the air,
Love's colors fade, like leaves upon the ground,
It clings to moments, though they're worn and bare,
In quiet sighs, the once strong heart is bound.

And winter comes, with frost that grips the soul—
True love endures, though seasons take their toll.