SUMMER

This Summer is too beautiful for me.
The Roses too richly red.
The Earthen Pots too laden with variety of hue and form.
The Coloured Petaled Faces too dazzling for my veins.

The God Apollo has nothing on you,
my Friends, my Flowers.
Your Beauty belies your humble stature.
You dance in the Sun, crane towards the Sun.
You live for the Sun.

My heart is overfull.
Your Delicate Design and Joy has etched
Lovelines on my heart.
From where a radiance of Everlasting Waves has spread.