Spring looks melancholic,
If you do not have spring inside.
Winter may look festivity,
If we have spring inside.
Even desert looks wondrous,
If garden is on bloom inside.
Heat of summer do not irritate,
If "cold" has become inside.
A simple loaf tastes good enough,
If contentment is there inside.
Restless one remains not,
If peace is there inside.
Spring may look sometime good,
If fall has converted barren inside.
But spring if matches with spring inside,
Only then one feels the real spring.
Everybody looks friend,
If love is brimming inside.
Dacoit to saint , one change,
World gets confused with  change.
All looks saints,
If inner saint wake up.
World do not change,
Only inner picture change.
Seasons-mind can change to spring-mind,
And world turns to eternal celebration.