in the season of summer,
synonymous,
sun baked soil
sweltering heat,
twitter of birds
with parched throats.
dust storms, and power cuts,
and me waiting,
patiently, impatiently, longing
for a wisp of cool breeze
to wash away
the dullness of summer.
rain
stealthily, noiselessly walks in
like a thief,
the morning air,
so powerfully fragrant,
with the heat of earth,
merging with rain water,
giving a unknown aroma,
of natures bliss.
one thinks, summer has never been.
it rains, it pours,
as i feel the healing, inside me.
autmn, crazy autmn!
breezy, windy,
my heart lights up to greet
the first winter morning.
welcome to my heart,
and home,
the sweet scented flowers of spring!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice and a breezy poem on seasons! ' If Winter comes can Spring be far behind! ' 10! -Raj