The summer has cast its spell,
As a demure man looking at
Many stitches in his pants;
Snow has left the peaks for
The matured plain to be flat
And mobile as an unwed girl's
Late night dream; pipes of dry
Leaves roll on fronds to check
Trussed birds from bleeding;
Cakes of cow dung leave many
A moon on the distended walls;
Years get squeezed in waxed eyes,
As virginity jumps into bowls
Of white porcelain and stays lazy;
Flanked by arms with bangles
Her innocence falls silent;
The crows have stopped flapping
Their wings in the noon when wisp of
A stray cloud brings the dirge,
From a remote graveyard sleeping
At the grassy lap of a sullen hill.
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Summer is described with unique images varied than the usual! Enjoyed the poem!
Summer is described with unique images varied than the usual! Enjoyed the poem!
How nicely you concluded From a remote graveyard sleeping At the grassy lap of a sullen hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow sensational imagery, in an extraordinary way! That's a fun summer poem, new style. Nice to read u again poet Tiku.