The six seasons : Haiku

 Vasanta 

A thousand Palash 

Like a forest catches flames

The perfect Holi

Grishma 

Tangy youth of spring

dissolves in summer warmth

glass of Aam panna

Varsha 

Green foliage abounds

As rains cool the parching bricks

Thirsty for ages

Sharad 

A dried pipal leaf 

carrying scent of summer past

Falls without much ado. 

Hemanta 

Coffee’s warm aroma 

sitting by the winter hearth 

An old beatnik poet. 

Shishira

sesame crackles 

To fight the merciless cold

On low roasting flame