Summer is harsh and uncompromising. She never pretends to hide her true propensities. She never differentiates between the rich and the poor, the mighty or the weak, the valiant or the craven. She is a true symbol of realism in our lives. She reminds us of our happier days, which we often take for granted. Here is a tribute to the spirit of Summer:
In the fiery hot summers,
My mind drifts away
To the far cooler lands
Where spring is here to stay
Take me oh take me
To these magical lands
Of chirping birds
And cool silver sands
Azure skies spanning wide,
Scarlet buds glistening with dew
Cascading falls gushing down
Verdant meadows in every view
A warm breeze rustles my hair,
Wakes me up from my illusion
As the sly mirage fades away
I close my eyes in oblivion ...
2 comments:
Wonderfully written....I think you should take up poetry as your side profession :-) Your imagination is superb and your attempt to put that imagination in words is just perfect!!
Hi Betu,
Maa was moved with your power of imagination and that too on a casual topic of Summer. I do agree with Sameer that you MUST specialise in Poetry but in the same Chappel Hill Uni so that he gets a company to drive and back . Isn't it a great Idea ???
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