Look beyond the scorching Sun,
The beaming amber filling the space,
The inviting shade,
The majestic trees echoing their presence,
Blooming flowers and blossoming fruits adds up the zeal.
Amid the confinement,
She grounds for Hope.
No more reluctance to cold winter mornings,
But a little inclination to wellness
Was what she seeks.
To the ambience of air coolers,
To barefoot on green grass,
The stimulating touch of water droplets,
The spacious scent of summer air,
And a delightful liberating aura
Was dearest to her.
The high spirited unworried little beings,
Giggling all around.
The warmth of the atmosphere
And the nature makes her “alive” again.
She hoped for summers to last forever.