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Summer '22



This summer is something new ?!
The Daylight and messed home?

Squirrels, ants, mice, and flies
Grains, sugars, papers, and ice
Untidy clothes, dust on shoes
Walls with strains, wires loose
White Colgate and the floors
Train sounds and Closing doors
Cinematic noons, loud rooms
Pillow fights and the footballs
Tired naps after Mumma calls
Hidden milks and the Wise cats,
Scorny days and the shady hats
Cold drinks and quarrels fudged
Lime Juices, the floor smudged
Melons, biscuits, ice cubes frozen
Spotify playing, eating, always on
Harry's House, Stay, and blends
No earphones, wifi, and friends
Hotspot online, movies go live
Disney+, Prime, and Zee Five
Evening chores, toasts, and teas
Busy Roads and fluttering trees
High markets, shops, and ways
Bike horns, trucks, and the haze
Pleasing clouds and sunset clicks
Watering plants, magical tricks
Boring dinners, Windy nights
Windows open, seeking lights
I waited, the holidays ended soon
Happy today, it's middle of June


May rain, feeling strange
Wet Roads running Empty
Wheels Waiting for change
Wind Pleasing, drops dancing
Grey sky thundering so loud
Birds Waiting for blue shining
Silent sight, little cool night
Trees talking to each other
They're Waiting for sunlight

I'm out of race today
Silence, that's good way
All to write nothing to say
No friends, no fights to play
Heavenly, it rained in may
And I'm full of grace today
Sure I'm out of race today


May 25

I draw a butterfly, a cupcake,
A noon scene, With no mistake
Tell me what you see ?!

Cap on head, thirsty trees
A butterfly chasing the shade
Lying on bed, no time to play
Sweet Cupcake eating in may
Fan, in the circular motion
I do need a kind of potion
To handle this summer Day
Till the evening makes it way



The night starts with holy moonlight!
Ain't it feeling high today, or low?
Away you're in the busy daylight!
Both the time I'm silenced, foe!
Don't we spend a minute along?!
Neither in the text nor on the table,
Won't we fall on the list of wrong?
Or this mini-story becomes a fable!
Won't I write enough satisfactorily!
So many reasons can be made!
Spoiling things against ain't any victory!
Still, formality is no good wanted trade!
22 hours ago, even 1 minute is so much!




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