Sun And Frost Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

When summer comes, the restless heat
Turns quiet roads to burning feet;
It steals our sleep, it dims the mind,
And leaves a thirst that grows behind.

To chase the shade, to catch the breeze;
It calls for rain, for clouds above,
And makes us long for nature's love.

Then winter comes with silver air,
And wraps the world in colder care;
It makes us hide, it makes us stay,
And pulls the warmth of life our way.

The plants, too, feel this changing art—
Some bloom in heat, some frost can start;
Too much of either, harsh and strong,
Can make a tender leaf belong
To dust, or make its green fade away.

Yet both are parts of nature's play.
Summer and winter, fire and frost—
Neither is gain, and neither loss.
They trouble us, yet make us see
The beautiful balance of being free.

One burns, one freezes; both command—
Yet both belong to nature's hand.