SEASONS

Winter and summer never make me feel anything special. I like spring at some extent because it’s good to see green trees after a long barren period. It’s a season of blooming world.

But I don't know why I fancy autumn, a season when leaves fall off the trees. A season in which these fallen leaves have to bare the scourge of cruel wind, a season in which they are totally at the mercy of unmerciful wind, whipping wind compels them to dance by clutching their hands with its countless invisible manacles. Its like a dance on the thorns, I see them bleeding and hear them sighing while they crawl from one place to another under the influence of blowing wind. I pity their plight and whenever I stroll over those walkways that are plagued with yellow leaves in autumn; I hear their cries under my feet. We people nonchalantly tread on these yellow leaves that get squelched beneath our feet while we stroll in the garden for pleasure.

Those naked trees and those ruined gardens haunt me, I always like to sit under the leafless tree and to shed tears for the slaughtered leaves whose corpses are scattered all over the green grass.

It’s like a war that has just been over and the bodies of the vanquished are being held on the spears. Yeah! yellow leaves resting on the tips of the green blades of the grass is a good analogy to understand the horriblity of war.

But can anyone tell me that WHY GRASS ALWAYS REMAINS GREEN and WHY AUTUMN ONLY WRAP THE MISERABLE LEAVES IN THE YELLOW SHROUD.

Why! Is nature biased? Nature provided both of them with green attire but why it always inflicts wrath on those miserable beings. Why they have to suffer and grass blades get away with it.

It’s like our society where some people are made to suffer again and again and some others get away with it. They don not have to bear the torcherous pain of life.

If someone wants to depict the contrast of our society then one must paint the scene of the autumn laden garden. Surely you can see in that picture the miserable ones (yellow leaves) and those who are blessed, who never starve, who never suffer any calamity (the arrogant blades of green grass).