An Invitation

When the birds come down, And take shelter in the dense, Thick branches of the trees, And below the shades, Of large tall buildings, And the wind starts blowing, And the dust starts flying, And the dry leaves, Rise from the earth, And move like kites, The windows are shaken, Their glass is broken, Locks fail to work, And a door is open. The sun light turns dim, She comes with thunders, With all her wonders, And pleasing lovely charms, With her stretched arms, The trees then dance, Their leaves truly green, Their branches swing, The street like a river, And the children in streets, With their boats of paper, Make noise and play. He receives a call, From a shy lovely girl, Can't you come to me, I have made the snacks, Of your taste so wild, That you like in rains, Have a cup of tea, I am alone at home.