As summer is coming to an end in southern part of India, i thought of writing a something about summer. So here you go. Read and enjoy.

It is summer holidays now,
I wanted to go to my hometown,
My parents were busy with their business,
I thought of going there alone, I was getting rather restless.

Told my parents about my plan,
That night my dad told me stories about that land,
Alone I boarded the train to my hometown,
They said the train was painted in reddish brown.

The huge wheels of train started to pick up speed,
I could hear sounds of the porters still jumping up and down,
Loading all goods the passengers need,
Leaving the platform behind, the train made a whistling sound.

Noise of people talking and walking up and down,
I think may be they all were settling down,
Besides the window, a place to sit, I too found,
It is time to relax, no more running around.

The wind was blowing very hard,
Since I was traveling alone, I was asked to sit with the railway guard,
I asked the guard, about what he saw outside?
He said “It is summer you know, it is very humid inside.

The color blue as filled a part of the sky,
Dark brown tress with olive green leaves passing us by,
Paddy field stretched to the sight of my eye,
Looking at us the birds flew may be they felt shy”.

The words he said, reminds me of the brighter days in my mind,
In the beauty of nature, the happiness I find,
It is last summer; I lost my eye sight,
I am blind now, battling my way through this worldly fight.

Prasad.N

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