Seasonal

I love the fall and climb of the seasons,
Living among the weaknesses is polite;
I learn of the righteous acts that divide
The days and nights from each other.

Many sides are to the triangle and square,
Shapes so plentiful in their despair;
The seasons can change according to hurry
And haste of the warriors who design the year.

This year, one fell into disrepute and disharmony,
Tonight the legality of the situation cried
Far too long in tears, that tense moods
Obliterated the season of light and darkness.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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