The half drench life stood as grass
After wet deserted it will be dried
And broken like glass
And then it swept a side
The sand which carries the dried grass
Will came to known that it was pregnant again
Chitchatting with foots of creatures
It pushes the day with enormous pain
Day & night melts like ice tears
In the life of grass secrete love
The scents of sands also fears
But they also developed in those dead roots
The heart of grass is boundless
The summer dances like billow
On hearts of grass clouds seems like pillow
Gardens and hills cries
The sun burns himself with fire
And sows the rays to make land bare
Now sky is a dried paper with no birds
The land of war is filled with dead words
Flow of smiles, tears and births
Are unseen in this summer spring
If the birds in the cavern takes flight
There will be a colossal wreck with sun light
Way stretches rivers body
And stoles her mirth
The half boiled heart of earth
Will be cooked for hunger sun
The creatures and creator cries a loud
The soul of an air losses itself in summer
The summer feels proud
And it sharpens the sight as hammer
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Highly philosophical presentation. Defining life through seasonal changes. Use of personification is striking. Thanks a lot, Dear Poet Friend. Now sky is a dried paper with no birds The land of war is filled with dead words