Sunday, 5 August 2012

Poem - The Summer Wind














My dear Summer Wind,
since long where you have been,
I was waiting....

To save us from scorching heat,
Viewing out of window from my seat,

Your cool soothing touch,
to elate me it will be much,

To clap with leaves when I sing,
like wonderful audiences joy you bring,

To dry my wet hair,
and favour me secretly when I am badminton player,

To dance like I dance inside,
with all the window panes open wide,

To listen to the nature's rule,
as I cycled to the school,

To take it to the zenith's height,
as I flew the kite,
I was waiting....

                                     - N K Sran

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