Summer Time

Written by: Hira Zeeshan

It's winter time.
A cold rhyme.
Time just looks like a frozen river,
Which simply gives me a shiver.
My hand are freezing.
As the winter ghost by me is breezing.
As I walk alone in night on this street.
Scary words are spoken in my ear by the breeze.
So I put my hand on my heart,
And wish that if summer time could start.
when I heard the birds chirping.
When people on the waves are surfing.
When the sunlight shines like a dime.
Oh! I remember the summer time.