Now, the fountains are dry
The hills claim upon Summer
- Lest, all daffodils cry
For a draught, to be fancy dreamer.
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Lovely poem showcasing both the charming and the parched faces of nature all around. Let's hope that the poet's prayer to the heaven brings much needed relief. Thanks.
Daffodils cry for water. The drought makes all suffer. A beautiful poem enjoyed.
The poem reminiscence of Daffodils and a latent prayer for rains......good.
Thanks to everybody, , , It is a great honour to me given by PoemHunter Team, often thinking whether I am exactly deserving or not.One thing I want to make know all my colleague poets: we should write always with our heart, it may be reality or imaginations yet it must bound to give us exact place or goal nearer future.I am enjoying a nice day offered by PoemHunter, totally by home-making today and some plans on tomorrow's journey to our home on summer vacation.Enjoy the day!
Heartiest Congratulations on the Poem of the Day as also for composing such a meaningful poem with rhyme and rhythm, saluting the wonderful phenomenon in nature with which the poet came across while wandering through hills and revisited in a dream.
Hills, fountains daffodils, bees and rain make our world so magical.We have to live in harmony with nature.A great poem, thanks for sharing.
As romantic poet you have an elemental bond with hills, fountains, daffodils, bees. You felt their parched condition, and when moisture came they celebrated in your dreams.
Even so reponsible alike. With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Awesome poem, great imagery and nice flow. Congrats for the poem of the day...10+
Nice poem, Pijush. Carries rich eloquent imageries