Seasons

Fall, Winter, Spring, and Summer are no more Simply because that's The way with them anytime, Anywhere, and everywhere, but They are just nominal ones... Fall is cruel and even hard In all that it contains, Spring's blossoms are just Artificial ones in our eyes, Winter's snows are just A white color, and Summer is just an image that Looks-like a silent picture... Seasons have changed from just Pretty sights into nightmares... We just stroll amid ruins of Broken cities of those ugly wars That go on over there... Havoc, disorder, deaths, fear, Damages, losses, and a lot of things... We are amid high pressures of Those headaches of life... Nominal seasons impose themselves on us Through their different images Here and there... ______________________________________________________________________