This Summer

Sun is beating hard to suck the water And pond is playing with breeze Surrounded by the lush green grass On which cattle are grazing fearlessly Flying birds occasionally drop by To sip the water and sit on cattle's back The clouds above are making shapes Sometimes of dragon and other time of sparrow The sight from the moving train Tells the story of summer at noon Birds know they can't beat their wings So small flight from one tree to another Wind blow desperately spreading heat And making difficult for others yet know not are doing favors or accumulating curses. Summer heat is good and bad both. This summer you come not near to me My burning desires are emitting wishes.