Autumn

This is one of my personal favourites, dated 30th September, 1998.

After a long period of heavy rain
Whenever you look up at the sky
And see white feather-like clouds
floating, and smell the sweet
smell of the on-coming winter,
You know it is autumn.

Whenever you see the red-ball
Glowing brightly in the sky as a
valuable ruby in a bale of cotton;
And you are able to feel the
weak warmth in your heart; Gladly
you remember it is autumn.

When you see the rivers, lakes
Full to the brim, and
the rippling waves shine in the
moonlight as a mirror, and
at last all merge in one,
You know it is autumn.

When you move out of your
pilgrimage for a rendezvous,
And travel along the margin
of the greenest trees, your heart
is filled with the smell of joy,
You feel it is autumn.

When you travel to the country
And see the lush green fields
in full bloom with God's mercy;
And also see the little creatures
Playing out to their heart's content
You recollect it is autumn.

When you notice the hustle-bustle
of city life pause for a while,
And people rejoice in the pujas,
hear the hallelujah, foster the
uniting spirit of universal fraternity
You learn it is autumn.

And this is my revised version.....now come come....don't ask for the version management and the requirement spec......

After four months of heavy rain
Whenever you look up at the sky
And see white feather-like clouds
floating, and smell the sweet
smell of the on-coming winter,
You know it is autumn.

Whenever you see the Sun
Glowing brightly in the sky as a
valuable ruby in a bale of cotton;
And you are able to feel the
weak warmth in your heart; Gladly
you remember it is autumn.

When you see the rivers, lakes
Full to the brim, and
the rippling waves shine in the
moonlight as a mirror, and
at last all merge in one,
You know it is autumn.

When you move out of your
pilgrimage for a rendezvous,
And travel along the horizon
of the greenest trees and a blue sky,
your heart is filled with the smell of joy,
You feel it is autumn.

When you travel to the country
And see the lush green fields
in full bloom, with God's mercy;
And also see the little creatures
Playing out to their heart's content
You recollect it is autumn.

When you notice the hustle-bustle
of city life pause for a while,
And people rejoice in the pujas,
hear the hallelujah, foster the
uniting spirit of universal fraternity
You learn it is autumn.

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