The Delicacy Of Indian Seasons Poem by Ujjal Mandal

When winter comes out wearing
The silver crown on the head, she sheds
The white blooming flowers of ice
And my heart blooms,
Oh! she is the budding blossom
Of ice in my scorching heart.
When spring comes, the butterflies
Fall asleep upon the soft petals of roses
Taking the ambrosia of love and lead themselves
To the world of beauty and no footprints of pain
Are there, I wish to become a butterfly too,
Oh! she is the gem in my bare neck. When summer falls,
The sun lies upon the bed of clouds and paints the wall
Of it orange and my heart sings the song
Of a happy summer
Oh! she is the paint brush on my white wall.