Flower of All seasons.

When she was with me, 
All the seasons were the same, Pleasant.

Without her, 
All the seasons are again the same, but sorrow. 
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The day in hot summer :

'Aha, what the heat!', people murmur,
Sweating with loads on their heads, as they walk,
Resting under the shady trees and talk.
Nature-fan to cool blew the wind,
Of course, she is always kind.

Thirsty they were,
Long for water more.
From high in the sky, the sun was scorching,
But cool in blue, I was marching,
With all smiles and in happy mood,
Yes, she was with me, sure you understood.
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Friend, did you see the beauty of the night in winter?
Full moon in the sky at the center,
With silvery light on the earth it was painting,
And the twinkling stars at far, no counting.
Piercing chill wind flowing,
And the fire in the middle glowing,


The gypsies around it were warming,
Singing and dancing as the trumpet blowing.
Standing nearby, I was dreaming,
With extreme joy beaming.
Correct in your guess,
Close to me she was, yes.
Did you hear her shy and sweet giggle,
Or was it the music of holy bells jingle.
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Spring is the season:
Happiness is the reason,
To the people in festivity merrily eating,
Joyfully drinking and rhythmically dancing.
The song playing is a melody,
To forget their past sufferings a remedy.

Moving and flashing of the light,
An harmonious and beautiful sight.
Sitting away in a corner, over my past I brood
with melancholy and in pensive mood.
Friend, I am alone and you know my grief,
As you say the spell may be brief.
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Thiruvalluvar Day:
ududhal kamathirku inbam atharkinbam 
kudi muyanka perin
 -Thiruvalluvar    

To sulk is the pleasure in love, but more joy 

in union and lover's passionate hug that you enjoy  

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