Summer Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

When I was still enjoying the winter
Under the warmth of my woolen dreams
Without prior notice entered
The summer into my garden
And knocked at my door

Not only I fear but hate summer
But my garden with all preparation
Welcomes it return
With flowers of many colours
And new leafs sprouting
On the branches of its trees

I don't know why even the birds
Going to suffer under its rule
Welcome it with their chorus
And also pleasant breeze,
As if the spring is just a preparation
To endure the summer bite

I opened the door
And saw it standing in front
Reflecting my age-burnt face
In the mirror of its tearless eyeballs.