She the season, She the woman

She the season,

She the woman

She the daughter

She the mother

She the granny, see…

Seasons make treasure of relations,

See her family,

See her friends and

See her romance

In the sphere brought up all

Without her full crust be on fire.

She “the spring” with green colors

Where little butterflies dances
with the bouquet of bright colors

In her hands that care

She “the summer” but so hot

Where little birds tweet and

Quenches thirst by juicy plums

Breast milk for playful offspring’s

She “the autumn”

Kept a wooden bed for all

And sleeps on a leafy mat

Pats the womb in pains, but

Her backbone is strong

She “the winter” chills in wind
and masks her face in snows

Accomplish any peak and plains.

She “the monsoon” falls with tears,

Bangs at door and window panes

For her daughter in the dark night

Someone here to her void dreams

Pleads in front of Supreme Court

And sweeps into core for the justice

I adore "she" the soul, the heart..

Without her what’s this earth…