Best Poems Written by Lipsa Prusty

Summer

It’s a season of hot and fun
brightens the morning with the golden sun
birds singing and leaves that shine
lustrous and shiny than the glitters of mine.

Some are on their morning jog
enjoying the fun of dew and fog
by tit for tat the morning passes
evaporating the water into vapour gases.

And now comes the dusty noon
people waiting for the icy moon 
children with their chips and drink
summers are fun as the boys think.

But forgetting about the people at work
as the day passes with the rackets and cork
farmers farming in the hot sun
to fill our stomach and have fun.

But we never thought of the hard work they did
never thinking of the empty stomachs to feed
there are millions of people struggling in summer
sounds as if i am great in humor.

This happens at the back of our head
"service to man is service to god", the wise men said.
Then serve the poor more than a rich
be like a granted fairy not a wicked witch.

So, these are all that happens in the summer season
lots of struggling without any reason.

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