My legs disapproved the movement,fell into thick slurry
Cleaning my feet,I decided to go
Oh!I was already late,I could not excuse or say no
Scortching heat,consuming celsius adding to the toned up light
Oh!I do not inculcate the proficiency to even take a sight
Sweating like a worker dead-tired in a furnace
Crossed the by lane exhausted yet Rav nace
The bleach-white snow covered the roof
Inside the quilt I was cursing like a goof
Shivering body,clattering teeth,lips freezed and dare not utter
Limbs defrosted by the fire which felt like a melted butter
Leafless trees,yellowed roads marked the onset of season
Oh!this harvesting time,cursing it without any reason
Brown barks,hollow dry trees,read an entirely different story
Probably the trees were vilificating the season for losing their glory
All that I did was to lean on the chair
Asking myself,whether cursing every season was fair?
Was my mind and heart the only one to share?
I hope there are people parallel to my thoughts,I am not rare.