Summer Summer Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Gajanan Mishra
Summer Summer
Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
The king, the ministers,
The counsels all are
here to play, to play.
Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
Your fifty degree heat
is not conducive to play.
Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
We have not forgotten
We are nature's clay,
Give them a chance
to make merry on this day.
Yes. Some parts of India are burning and people of dying of heat too. A timely poem, short and well-written.
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Gajanan Mishra
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4/16/2024 10:21:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Summer summer We need you it's ok Don't turn too hot Can't bear another day. Feelings of all who face the heat is nicely conveyed in the beautiful song.