Ode to Summer

Oh! Summer, thou art great for aye, 

Children's glee becomes uncontrollable with their friends, 

During thy reign to show the children's sway 

During their plays and affrays which continues still the eve ends. 

Oh! Summer, thou art a great artificer, 

Thou maketh Marigolds,Veronicas,Sunflowers all grow and pile up

'Tis thou who maketh the winds to be adrift after the teaser , 

Of the delayed wind to give a bracing mood to stand up. 

Oh! Summer thou art a great peasant, 

Thou maketh the golden fallows to be cultivated 

And saccharine mangoes to grow in pleasant, 

To build this world contented. 

Oh! Summer, thou art great but laxity had made thou esoteric, 

Thy abortive tries had accomodated woes ;

The beshrew of thy sultry heat maketh the alluring plants to panic

Amiss justice for the marvelous ones, heaven only knows. 

Oh! Summer, thou art great but not perfect 

Thy maketh the children forget about their school recollections,

The deadly northwesters of thine maketh an effect , 

Amongst the birds of skies and animals of lands, of tensions. 

Oh! Summer thou art not perfect but fine are thou as always, 

Thy northwesters maketh the seeds for conveyance, 

The children get a small time of happiness to raise

Though thy creations are not perfect, but fine, without defiance.

By Subhadeep Bhattacharjee ( Poet Vivid)