THE SEASONS : RHYME 29

Comes, comes, comes the spring 

With the cuckoo's song;

Goes, goes, goes the spring 

With hearts old n young.

Comes, comes, comes the summer 

With the blaze of sun;

Goes, goes, goes the summer 

Leaving the earth reborn.

Comes, comes, comes the autumn 

With showers of rain;

Goes, goes, goes the autumn 

Leaving greenery n grain.

Comes, comes, comes the winter

With spine-chilling cold;

Goes, goes, goes the winter

With homing birds young n old.

Comes, comes, comes each season 

With its traits, in turn;

Goes, goes, goes each season,

Over less to mourn, for more to yearn.

- N P SAMAL