You were a flower of inferior quality.
You were incredible; incalculable.
A heart of one would melt because of your purity.
Those blue colours like skies were incompatible.
You used to decorate the earth.

Seasons continuously changed.
You ran after the earth’s wealth.
Around you millions and millions gathered.
You were blindfolded by the glamour of winter.
And forgot about your mother spring.

Temporary happiness; life is bitter.
You should have never flung.
Because you are now left inconspicuous.
You are left unattractive, unhealthy.
Wrinkled and incredulous.

Your hospitality left you unhappy.
You were every man’s dream.
You are fooled and entice.
Nothing to water you, dried streams.
Winter fled, you left unnoticed.