On Summer

To the spring I, ever, humbly prayed: Do not, so fast, make your march forward One, coming after you, is cruel; He'd dry the flowers you had freshened He'd destroy the beauty you'd fashioned Orchids will have soon a burial. Quick, the hiding summer heard my words Sent his forerunner, wind, with tough whirls Sand and mud and wastes together flew; Dried leaves and flowers got simply blown The strongest of branches got broken Heat and sweat and humidity grew. Birds of all kinds got themselves hidden Many of their nests, in winds, broken The young ones struggling to fly away; Remembering the days soon got passed Games they played in the spring got full-stopped For season's change keenly did they pray. 'Thirsty!', the parched cracked dry earth, aloud, sighed 'Thirsty!' all sun-burned creatures' union cried Forests and hills and vales too did mourn; Praying with bend head and folded hands The whole of earth and heavenly bands Seemed seeking the solacing monsoon. 4th May 2021.