Summer & Spring Poem by DHANANJAY MOHAPATRA

Summer, your cruel sun steals her beauties,
Where my hope, dreams and joy are stored
Your unpleasant evening is so worries and
Night is too hot, makes veryrottenness

From her returning she looks obnoxious,
Jade covers her entire face and body;
She never halts on the way for this
It makes me sorrow for your filthy habits.

Where is,spring gives her gratification
Loveliness doubles for cool and fair air.
In morning! She looks very pretty;
Her face seems like moon shine

All my passions covered in its breeze.
Thousands flower comes out her voice.