This Summer Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Sun is beating hard to suck the water
And pond is playing with breeze
Surrounded by the lush green grass
On which cattle are grazing fearlessly

Flying birds occasionally drop by
To sip the water and sit on cattle's back
The clouds above are making shapes
Sometimes of dragon and other time of sparrow
The sight from the moving train
Tells the story of summer at noon

Birds know they can't beat their wings
So small flight from one tree to another
Wind blow desperately spreading heat
And making difficult for others yet know not
are doing favors or accumulating curses.
Summer heat is good and bad both.

This summer you come not near to me
My burning desires are emitting wishes.