This is a
song for you, Oh Summer!
About how I
miss your younger days,
When your
innocence brought a smile,
With bright
and shiny delight on my face!
Your
mornings were fresh,
And smelled
of the sun so warm,
The birds chirped
in glee as they broke their fast,
And busy
with their routine, the bees did swarm.
The noon was
rather a silent time,
One could barely
hear the humdrum hymn,
Of a hammer,
as somewhere near, a mason sang
His mundane
song that was boring and grim.
The children
waited for the sun to go down,
They would
run in the evenings all over the street,
Jumping, laughing,
cycling and singing,
And licking
the ice cones to beat the heat!
Not before
their mothers called them,
The crickets
buzzed announcing twilight,
The Jasmine
filled our hearts with fragrance,
And the trees
cajoled the birds that went out of sight!
And when the
night came, the city hardly slept,
For
somewhere or the other, the power went out,
So fighting
the mosquitoes, we sat on our terrace,
While
glowing merrily, the fireflies would flout!
I miss those
days and those summers even more,
That have
adulted into hatred and spite,
Just like
us, as we grow, from pure, untainted beings,
To adults,
paying innocence as a price!
“The summer
of today is a brutal beast”,
They say, “Killing
the meek on its way”,
Or maybe we
have lost, our sense of wonder,
Our
appreciation of nature in all its days!!
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