Poem 7 – Hour 7 – Seasons of Life!



everyone is born to follow an order

this order begins from birth to death

every season turns into a new border

where we have to act until the last breath

season of childhood is precious than all

ah! But it has to meet autumn fall

this fall is the promise of a new spring

young age is like a butterfly on the swing

finally, it dwells in the den of winter

that vanishes, our existence like a tinter

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