The Summer Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty
The Summer
Last drop of rain
is sucked by
the hot summer sun.
The last seed of hope
is stolen by the rodent.
The trees have fallen
the last greenery.
The perches and mud skippers
have gone to
aestivating cocoons.
The most evasive haycinth
with its blue color smiles
hides underneath
the mud withering
and withering.
The perches and mud skipers have gone to aestivating cocoons.Excellent images used.
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I would like to translate this poem
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8/1/2025 9:14:13 AM # 1.0.0
Images well placed.Lovely poem dear poet.