The sunlight bouncing off
the leaves on the trees
leaves bright motifs on
the floor through the grills.
The whispering wind
blowing ever so slowly
makes every moving thing
rejoice in joyous dancing.
The koel singing softly –
Songs floating in the breeze.
What could the notes mean?
Maybe love’s sweet melody.
The sun looking handsome
rising in the eastern skies
frowns glaringly by noon
like a lover tired of waiting.
The hills turning brown
with their sun burnt faces
tell stories of their own
to anyone who listens.
The sky showing its colors
without any cloudy specks
is that Eternal Artist’s canvas
with Art that can’t be imitated.
The beautiful summer day then
bids adieu as evening creeps
with the sun setting in the west,
its tete-a-tete a complete mystery.
These days, these golden days
in beauty are truly unparalleled.
O sands of time – pray stop and stay!
These summer days are all I crave!
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