The Seasonals (A poem)

Must have experienced all Seasons
Awaited them, without any reason
But Seasonals, a term coined to ephemeral
Attain short lived HIGHS, seldom durable
Definitely aren’t  any veggies or fruits
But people around us, in varied pursuits.
1st kind of Seasonal are new Homey Chefs
No humble requests listened, are deaf
Become Master Chefs by watching  BBC food
Taste their experiments, or be labeled Rude
Bear such seasonal, is someone close to you
Will make something good, in a day or two
2nd are Seasonal Writers and Readers
Their inspiration is close by, someone else a seeder
Make fabricated news known to you
Have an old reading habit, finish books in hours few
A little digging unfolds some obvious realizations
Skimming and somersaulting with a lot of exaggeration
 Their writing is a word salad , incoherence worth seeing

Dream as published writers, such strange beings

Then comes the 3rd kind of Seasonal
Are philosophers and thinkers, No rules liable
Use others words and thoughts as their own
Quotation marks to them is unknown
If accidently you shed some light to it
A crime unforgetful, sure‘d commit
Be guarded, they can be around you
It’s your luck whichever gets you
(Samima) May 20th, 2012

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