Seasons of a Soul

A soul’s life does not differ from the life of the earth,
Spring, Summer, Monsoon and alas! Winter.

Spring the youthful season of the year,
A lad is born,
The time of his life ‘ere,
Where miracles are seen from Dusk to Dawn.

Born with remarkable innocence,
The fruit of love,
Since his existence,
People stare from above.

Summer doth arrive swift and unknowingly,
As Summer heats up the earth,
The soul’s Summer burns the youngster passionately,
A lesson is learnt of love’s worth.

Thrust into a world of a never-ending emotional maze,
An incredible feeling of love rises,
Never ceases to rise nor amaze,
The lad’s life is like an emotional crisis.

The sight of a beautiful lass intensifies his heart,
He is then revealed to a magical world,
Where body and soul are torn apart,
His life then committed to the angel in this world.

The Monsoon arrives slowly and is worked for,
The soul endures stormy days and sleepless nights,
To feed and comfort his family who he doth adore,
To endure each and every fight.

His family hold greatest value in his mortal life,
Carries on with great endurance,
He thus endures every strife,
The love of his family doth him the boost of confidence.

Monsoon departs Winter takes its place,
‘tis the time for a sense of content for tasks done,
And a sense of regret follows with pace,
For tasks left undone.

Winter crawls towards the last content thus regret,
As he experiences the gift of mortality,
He takes his final breath,
And kneels in front of the almighty.