In Summer, here on earth
Cascades brightly shine on every bough,
Yellow flies run along with drowning rays.

Whistling behind at my back,
Enjoin them to welcome the queen green,
Velveting mother as dressed in golden robes.

Jingling anklets of her pinkish bossom
Trumpeting wildly red, blue, green and gray,
Swaying in sprightly dance.

Whispering loudly, ah caged body!
Let thy wings to take flight,
As I too remain for few moons.

Withering away as fast as thee,
Yet tries best to soothe million distressed ones,
Like a food to their withered soul.

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As most romantic poet inked aptly,
A thing of beauty, a joy for ever.

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