My Summer's Sun Poem by Soumili Karmakar

Gray walls behind the hedges painted by the sun's yellow,
Mud and clay in depths,
Fixing seven feet withered ground's hollow,
While birds are singing for the monsoon's mellowing wind;
Awaiting for a divine light which a new life would bring.
Stirring fresh breezes till high-tides rise in sea,
Until one tomorrow comes, where butterflies see you as they dream.

Dewdrops in dawns,
Unaware of the summer, holding onto the memories of frosty winter's longs.
A bud, I see, waiting for a miracle
Summer restores his trace on thirsty foliages wings
Seeking heaven for sprinkles of rains.

A sailor soars, just as the sparrow weaves her nest for safeguarding her child;
Guarded by the winding storms in a new direction, noting the sight.
Wishing to reach the long lost country's side.
Days ruled by rays of summer's sun,
The whale swimmed and came to his land.

Days passes after dawns,
Afternoon arrives after gentle morning's yawns,
Evening sits still, where blossoms contemplates about days lived in rains,
Few words from woods would save my lawn's days.

Mangoes and plum boughs, sharing essences of sweet and sour odour of India's summer,
Some are sold, some are musing,
Some are reflecting their hues in sun's gold with tinted red in sky.
His magic is casting in the world
As the sun is setting in West.

Listening to the receding waves, as soon as the sun rose, trying to apprehend what seashells left behind in silver frames: ancient and old.
I sit near the shore, recalling verses of my twinkling star's prose.

A wooden casket urging to float,
Will you not ask, whether it beheld your picture in gold?
Will you love the Ganges, as it flows?
Or shall you confine my tale within your sun's heart,
Declaring light to last in summer stars?