Summer Dream
By Ritik Gautam
Rain-soft- dead of the night - days of
mystic haze,
Like a hand on the bark of a tree
Lightning sky - amidst- drops
ablaze,
Dead-drenched deeds
Clouds over tea - sleepy eyes to thee,
As they sank into hush and a summer
dream.
By Ritik Gautam

Short and sweet
Short and sweet
Short and sweet
Short and sweet
Short yet beautiful words