Summer Coming Poem by Dulal Mukherjee

The waning grandeur and pleasure of spring,
The silence of the garrulous cuckoos,
The noiseless hum of restless bees in hives,
Back they welcomed the summer’s coming.

Wayward beaus and belles hiding in bowers
Unloosed moral bondage of their own,
While the vulgar flights of the humming birds
Liked to suck the essence of virgin flowers.

The angry Rudra down came to the Earth
The fiery summer, dreaded comer, bade
Farewell to the spring to unleash the blaze
Of shooting eye of the day in wrath.

Danced the Rudra with the whirling wind
Found his anklets of the sapless leaves
Leaving the succession of jingle of bells
Breathing like the gust of a snoring kind.

Off he swept the dust and dirt of the Earth
Burnt the sweepings of foul wastes to ashes
Washed the Earth with the down-pour of rains
Summoning the clouds from the dales of sky.

Sprouting and blooming of youth at least
Gave the Earth a shape of holy pilgrimage
Colourful plumage of lustful image
Was the prelude to a sumptuous feast.