A Breezy Feel
July in the Indian sub-Continent is damp
The varied climate makes mind deer dear
Fungal on unused looks like feathery ice
Marshy substance sticks to all articles
Touristing in train gives off a breezy feel
It meanders through trodden tracks
Pierces through a few states: entwined
Coconut grove stands dancing in the wind
‘Zhou’ trees in good numbers add bushy
As if they exuded iffy demeanor to us
Sunrays entrap the earth: above it, cloudlets
In pieces fly overhead like jumpy frogs
Greens fields soothe our eyes: nature cool
Why can’t we with serenity make warm?
Our cherished looks calm all ailing hearts
Why can’t our flighty walk treat like Nature?
Why can’t our human cool make all smiley?
Why can’t we be unstinted like mother earth?
Why can’t we braid our follies in unison?