Monday, March 28, 2016

Climate Club!

Uncle time has cute wives four,
In climate club they’ve membership.
“Prettier is me,” they all think,
 Sweet is each, but one is more.
 The dame named Spring has
A prettified look
With blooms of all kinds
On all her garments.
Spreading the aroma of scent
She sprays; enters gently
 In style much special
Exhibiting all her chic with pride.
Fall for her, the passersby
As, she bears a smile spellbound.
Keeps she peeps of covert mode
And rejoices at her lovely make.
When she goes, comes, Summer furious,
Wearing garbs of precious brightness
 Borrows this lass sticks from Sun, 
Slaps she Beings, if hinder her way.
Appears Autumn in costume dull 
And quenches, this girl the thirst of Earth.     She when goes for slumber long
Coolly Emerges madam winter.
Chilling properties, Mother Earth owns
Makes her presence apparent.
Frowns if one  with discontent
Things will turn here topsy-turvy. 


  1. A clever play on the four seasons! Very effective :)

  2. Very beautifully crafted Sarala, esp the personifications - pretty spring dame, furious summer lass, Dull rain/autumn(although autumn is also quite colorful) and the icy winter, simply marvelous!!