Siesta of the Sunkissed Summer
A perfect Tree shaded highway
Two people were walking hand by hand
Well aware of what to say
Mid-day came and they halfway gone
Behind the highway an empty lane
Wind blows amidst the hot Summer
So did the summer danced on rain
No one to watch no one to touch
The summerly Summer was bare though
Highly knew those two people
Walking on the lane surely go.
Siesta of that Sunkissed Summer
Was very very private and constant
The wind played the melancholy
The trees were dancing on airy chant
Birds sang in a sweetest way
All gathered from Robin to Sparrow
Empty lane soon became a fairy space
There were everything that Summer could borrow
As people were gone Summer took a stand
To make a perfect siesta on the lane
Then the sky shout with the sign of thunder
Monsoon came with the bless of rain.
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Enjoyed. The perfect siesta of Summer on the lane and blessings with rain, pictures the Indian climate in a beautiful way.Congratulations.