Summer

Hello! I got bored, so I wrote another poem. Except this one is not that good. But I hope it puts a smile on your face anyways. Here goes….
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Goodbye, icy clinging frost
Farewell, mounds of snow.
Sorry, your turn is over,
I’m afraid you have to go.
You gave us a chance, yes
To stay in bed for longer
To have cups of yum hot cocoa
And hot soups to make us stronger.
Sorry winter, you were real good
You were nice as nice could be!
But somebody taken your place
Summer’s come, you see.
We loved the chilly winds
And the times so refreshingly cool
But the sun has now come up
Time to jump into the pool.
The newest sunshades on our eyes
And sunscreens and the beach
The meaning of chillin’ and fun
Summer has come to teach!
Time to be tickled on the grass
And drink the thrilling Icee
And tan ourselves on the sand
We don’t care if it seems dicey!
Stars will shine and twinkle
And the birds will chirp on the nest
New tiny baby birdy chicks
Will chirp as we in the warmth rest.
Oh, the possibilities of fun
Are limitless and infinite!
Oh, the summer’s here for me
The flowers smiling bright.
Trees and shrubs become greener
The bushes grow further lush
We hear the cries of woodpecker
And the darling baby thrush.
Flowers swing and cows moo
The cuckoos cluck and sheep cry
Ducks quack and roosters crow
Summer festivals rush by.
Sorry winter, sorry again
But I’ll see you in months ten
But while I’m waiting for you,
I’ll live in summer’s awesome den.

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Mango

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Mango

The wintery spring has glided away and the warm days of summer slowly march forward here in India. Yes! Summer has just started and started putting all sorts of pleasant summer thoughts in our mind. Shining stars, running around, welcoming the birds, and gorging on the yummy fruits of the warm season!
In a couple of weeks the markets will be in rage for all kinds of juicy luscious Indian mangoes, and so I wrote a kind of funny-ish poem about them- from the view point of the fruit itself!
So let’s welcome the narrative from Mr. Mango: ……

I am a little mango
fleshy and yellow
I am the most tasty
fruity little fellow.
I have a very big heart
that you see when eating me
Don’t thank me (or your tongue)
Thank the seed of the mango tree.
I may be quite tiny
But to taste buds I am kind
Of me there are many
All are easy to find.
If you’re sweet in your heart
To all people you meet
I’ll be yummy in your tongue
Either tangy or sweet.
I’m also strong because
When you peel of my skin
I don’t get at all hurt
Though it’s pretty thin.
Once peeling me is over
I very happily reveal
My yummy and pleasurable
Fruitful breakfast meal!
Then pass five minutes
Your mouth filled with joy
The juicy, fleshy layer of fruit
You shout out: “Oh Boy!”
You know the juice dribbles
Down upon your chin
But I am so delicious
That just isn’t a sin.
And when that done
All remains is the seed
I’ll then live your tummy
Having done a tasty deed.
But that little left seed
Can be planted with care great
And once more a tree will pop on up
For me to be in your breakfast plate!

Summer Has Taken Leave….

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Summer Has Taken Leave....

The beautiful, hot, and sunny summer has been replaced by a truly beautiful monsoon in India. Even though the summers here are too hot for some people’s liking, they have their own kind of charm. I got inspired by re-reading Charlotte’s Web, an old classic, to write about the summer taking leave.

The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Watching the birds snuggle and nest
Not a minute to take rest
The flower dancing in joy and class
Bugs and beetles peeking through grass
There’s happiness everywhere
AND SUDDENLY- it isn’t there
The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup, we crickets sing.
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It has left the maples red
The sunshine-eaters quite unfed
Gloom has settled in every nook
Our summer happiness summer has took
We begged her to return for a prize
The cheeky reply- wait for me to arise
She’ll not come, perhaps, now
But summer wished in this way, that’s how
The summer has taken leave
The sad truth we have to heave
Chirrup, chirrup, chirrup we crickets sing
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Chirrr—-Chirrup—Chirr—-Chirrup
We crickets sing…….
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