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Rainy Season
Every cloud has silver lining
And with stories all untold
From the far off ocean chambers
From the far off foggy fold
On the puffs of summer zephyr
Come they rowing then unfold
Oceans, rivulets, ponds and Rivers
In the deeps of heart they hold
Sea and desert, heath and temple
On the mounts of elves and fay
In the lanes and yards of Hamlet
Pours they in night and day
Moon and Sun in Nature's wonder
Therest hide and seek play
Ladies cook number of dishes
Kids they row their paper boats
In the lanes in yards of houses
Rowan Thou O tiny boats!
Shepherds to the sheds returning
With the herds of sheep and goats
Cuckoo singth in the Bower
Leaves in showers come afloat
Peasants in the rainy season
Gather they for a debate
Nature's bounties, nature showers
Never under estimate
Wells and motors no more needed
In a glee they calculate
For it they had prayed in temples
For it they in burning noons
Poured watery pails on elders
And then burn the dolls they own
Then all kids they gathered therest
Then they weep and wail in vain
As if they had offered present
To the bounteous heaven's Lord
Shower unto us thy showers
From the sea of Eden yard
While elders , for His mercy
Bowed to him in morn in noon
Distribute they Pots of rice
In the wish of rainy boon
Hindus, Muslims , Sikhs and Christan
Done this all in my Punjab
Oh the days of summer whispers!
Come from mist! O days of yore!
Days of age are days so weary
With the glee they are in war;
I'll see you, scented phantoms
Thou are silent in thy lane
Mango, jasmine, beechen, birches
Scented scented in the rain
Gulls as hermits in the water
Standing in unending lane
In the houses, in this weather
hottest hottest tea and fritters
Winsome coke in awesome weather
With the gossip, sips they take
Rainy weather, rainy season
In this way they celebrate
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Sabahat Batool
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