Nature Is Cruel Yet Kind To Believe Poem by Rimni chakravarty

Early Morn
The dazzles with the scorching sun
Above the hills
Life reels
Perspiration in each and every moment
Life becomes a torment
Nothing seems to be at ease
Summer‘s heat itself becomes a disease
Sucks all the wine life can offer,
Wages a long drawn war,
With the already parched earth
Perhaps summer seek to control the birth.

The earth spins
The sun from the eastern sky reaches the middle
All seems to be a muddle
Dark clouds appear
With its black colors besmear
The sky where the birds fly
Play in pairs against the rusty winds,
That roars, laughs, with a mission to rush to the battle field
Beat the summer's heat
So she can retreat?
The tall trees bow to welcome warrior, valiant generous sooth the earth with rains,
Pour down heavily to grow the grains,
Lightning and thunder too frowns,
The rains with its pitter patter music pour down,
At last we can heave a sigh of relief!
Nature is cruel, yet kind to believe.