If Summer Ends

If summer ends…

I’d climb up the roofs and try to touch flying clouds

I’d ask the tress to swing around and dance with the wind

If summer ends…

I’d tell monsoon to stop by for a while

To give me those pearl some drops

That I can save to sprinkle for the later sun storm!

If summer ends…

I’d pour the raindrops in a tub

To bind the little castle in the sand I wish to dwell

And I’d then bid the monsoon a sweet good bye!

Then the winter arrives…

Cold and happy with the chilly breeze

With fogs and dew and snow with some haze

And my winter stays,

For the years and decades to come

It touches my soul and fills it with the bliss

The winter is the time of hope and happiness

The winter designs my existence chirping to the fullest!