SUMMER POEM

Shell of season crackles, young summer emerge,

Swinging within golden cradle of spring,

Yet with its own charm and eminence,

To lure audience from green stage,

Emerging then to peak,

As mother dissolves far beyond,

Green wild all then to greenest turned,

Spring blooms on tether of destiny,

Now itself as a golden pot,

With heaven’s juices served fullest,

And siblings crawling within,

Too frail, juvenile pole

Hues of nature strewn, into a tinted bow,

Melting all dark fragments of mighty earth

Fountains, so chaste and white-nurtured,

Bubbling through curves of green bosom,

Like trail to merry globe of eternity,

With promenade so subtle,

Melting cones like termites’ castle,

Now trickles by drop, from towers,

Peeled by golden sheen of mid sun,

Thus long lost land beneath slices,

Of shiny sheets on higher earth,

To stars render homage for their gleam,

Whole earth with minute greens everywhere,

Life then resurrects like baby chirps

Faint fluffy fragranced cloud rolls down the dell,

Garmenting canopy far below or near,

Where peacock fans its sickles to dance,

Or reindeer stretching their joints,

Over sun shone sand with two footers down,

Alas, summer wanes,

With those clouds dispersed,

And autumn hatched to fullest emperor.