Krishnachura no longer in the firmament
At summer’s ending with cloud’s hovering,
Yet little bunches of red asylum still prevails,
Like taking a little flight at the grace of longing,
Let summer welcome rainy season’s vow.
Mind is open to greet rain, and rain waits to wet
Roots of tree that may give blooming more red
In space of the blue and the red in connoisseurs
Of life’s travel through the nature - lighting and breathing,
That we like to have with silver and diamond rewarding.
This music in a string, visual presence shows grand
As lore of mother earth we hear beside our stand
The pleasant melody filling our existence within,
A cluster of cloud splendor of white screening
With redness in mind to greet new season’s dreaming.