SUMMER

SUMMER


Summer summer summer
Burns all nature;
Quests for shadows
Every animate creature;


The shadows take
Rest under them-selves,
The noise sleeps
In the high shelves;


There is no discourse
Among the leaves, wonder;
With hanging tongues
The dogs restlessly wander;


A stork seeks solemnly
For a small cray-fish;
Calmly stood in the
Deep less pond of slush;


Lo, in mirage on the plain
A bullock cart passes;
From high rocks in to a dale
An ever-wakeful rill flows.



12.6.1993.

G.MURALI M.A.