(12 September 1930 - 23 August 2006 / Kavalam, Kerala, India)

The Vision Of The Seasons

The winter is humming something:
Is it for nothing?
Does she say that spring will never
Come again?
Do the summer hills put on a bark
With withered grass?
Do they dream that when the rains come,
They bring sheer joy?
Is the autumn or the glow of transition:
A memory slip?
Will everything at the end turn into
The corpse of a late winter?

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