Wednesday, March 27, 2013


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It’s already summer here
the days as bright as ever,
open to pretty blue sky
letting earth wrap in heat.

Unlike winter cold nights
hugged from inner core;
summer is a composition of
bright and warmth coloring.

The hottest season is here;
while many delight with spring,
we’re exposed to light heaver
between the rise and rest of sun.

There are mighty rather mere,
summer is always special with memories,
unfold by the cool breeze
blown onshore of Bay of Bengal.

The wind blows stronger
for the last few days – bliss,
but not where it needed
to generate wind energy.

The sun changed its path
while seasons change similarly,
the shadow come fall
gracefully on our front yard. 


Optimistic Existentialist said...

What a wonderful thing to read Jeevan. Written eloquently as always. It's still winter here :)

Simran said...

Great read on Summers! :)

TexWisGirl said...

i hope the energy will get its wind! i felt the warmth of summer in your words.

George said...

This is a wonderful poem of Summer. Unfortunately we are still waiting for Spring to arrive here.

Betsy Adams said...

Summer there???? WOW---we are still in WINTER here, waiting for Spring!!! I said recently that I was afraid that this year may go from Winter to Summer and just leave out spring.. Hope not.

Beautiful poem.

Rajesh said...

Very seasonal poem. Beautiful.

shooting star said...

wonderful poem :)

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wonderful poem!

Destination Infinity said...

Summers are the time to drink cold milk shakes, cool fruit juices and tender coconut water...

Nice poem, BTW :)

Destination Infinity

Anonymous said...

Oh summer - I remember it vaguely...

Lovely poem!

Namrata said...

It's summer down here too...all blazed up..n I hate it. I like rain or winter which seems long listed into 'extinct' season.

eden said...

Nice poem. I miss summer now because we are on our first month of Autumn season.

Kalyan said...

beautiful words....summer will be envious of you.