| On a bright sunny day, in the middle of month of May Out my window i see not a single life roaming astray The sun is burning and at its glorious peak Flowers wilted, trees drooped, sucking out life making them weak. Quenching thirst becomes a struggle Every life in state of fuddle Waiting for daylight to close becomes so tough Enjoying this lazy weekend inside seems like a bluff. Showers and cool icy dabs is just enough to hold the life within Some respite to me, sopped my head to spin Beside ocean, the ideal time to devour the deep I wish to leave this hot sunny land to climb distant mountains so steep. |