My Native...

My sweet diary,

It's hot! I woke up;

Things went as usual,

Expanded my veggies with few more pots.

The summer made me unhealthy

With rashes, fever, headache;

Every day I was irritated by the climate

My soul longed for my native.

"My native"- a climate of the hill station

Till 8 in the morning.

I enjoyed the climate 

Without air-conditioner and fan.

Every morning,

The chill made me chill.

Every season was the rainy season,

Every sunset made me

Close the painful thing in me

With new hope,

That's my native.

In the afternoon,

Slept for a while

My room filled with darkness,

Saw the time in a hurry

It's 3:30 pm.

Wow! The cloudy skies rolled everywhere,

The breeze chilled my soul,

Felt my native here...

My dearie...

Cool night diary.