(A poem about a night after a hot summer day)
-Rachit Bhavsar
As the sun rises above the head,
Roads quieter and calm,
Hustle and bustle to a standstill,
The heatwave has arrived.
Birds dumb in their homes,
Trees standing withered and still,
Natural light cascading from the skies,
Summer tightening its grip.
As the sizzling sunrays descend upon,
Earth on fire like a hot furnace,
Every little thing serene and alone,
Barring the sandy hurricane.
Brooks and ponds bare and mute,
Splash of its aqua to a halt,
Riversides which once overcrowded to the full,
Isolated owing to intense summertide.
As the midday nears its end,
Charming melody of feathered friends heard far and wide,
The flutter of chicks back from a weary day,
Is it not nature's delight?
Crescent radiating its glittering glow,
Tender breeze blowing to and fro,
Clusters emitting their elegant glow ,
O Lord! Voiceless to narrate your panoramic grace,
A marvel my eyes yearn to see forever.
