The chirps

Summer
is gliding through the koyel's coo,
and of course aroma of jasmine all over,
In my dream also.

My blurring eyes did not miss the coolness of season passing by with hot glare.
Under the slanting sun brown bird was collecting gooseberry sticks to knit its nest.

Compassion everywhere I felt in my tiny heart:
Can I ever  deny nature's heal?
It's eternal to support life in each season and stage.

I glared at the sky with tears of love.