Summer At 8pm
The daytime radiation changed the forenoon breeze
And the windows were kept close
Flames hemmed in my room from the furnace terrasse
Brought my afternoon snooze at dispose.
Abounded myself from my brazier bed and stepped on the het up floor
And outcried mutedly against the cataclysm
Pelted along to take a bath, water pour out perceived to be boiled more
Brought all my desires against summer’s pragmatism.
The awaited evening was bored by the midday coercion
And the fun fancied by the birds those choir
Slowly by the virtues of lyricism, windows were open
Versed the liaison where the vanity fluxed by the twilight zephyr.
Eased myself from my midday muted hollers and trod on the stairs to the terrace
And felt the birds nested as the breeze became soother
Prostrated along to feel the charm, stars twinkled by their self-reliance
Brought all my desires worthy at 8pm with summer’s be after.
The quiesce voice of the leisurely leaves by the solacing breeze
And the dim rays that softened the ambiance
Noetically by the oath of imagery shadows that molded by my ease
Comeuped with this summer rhyme at 8pm by my essence.
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2010
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