Whisper Of Summer Breeze

By Preeti Kale

In the mid of the noon,

when the summer breeze blows;

we exist like a humdrum,

who seeks how to live.

But the touch of the warm breeze,

shatters deadly notions;

whispers to flow in the joy of the nature.

In the mid of the noon,

when everything looks lethargic;

we repent for our fate and dreams those got fired.

But the touch of the breeze, makes us cheer;

And says us to blow blissfully like her.

By Preeti Kale