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SUMMER! SUMMER! SUMMER!

Hails my heart the saintly advent 
of summer -
The inherent plan of the sweet-hearted
Nature.
With many goodies and gifts it
arrives,
That makes summer a season full
of vibes.
Health, happiness, humour, all flair
and flavour -
The harbinger of wholesome year 
is summer.

Phenomenal summer portrays
itself
Vibrant, salubrious, beautiful
and safe.
Buoy'd in reflection of heavenly
beams,
The season cares for life, loves
and redeems.
Returns the life from hibernation -
through budding -
To summer sun's full lustre and
blithe awakening...

The life of summer mates with
merriment,
The whole of it is caught in 
wonderment.
Wonders like dancing mirage,
raining hails,
The summer for relish, all 
it avails.
Blow the summer breaths with 
breezy strokes,
With sunny surfs they pep up
human folks.

Turns the summer earth the
revellers' pride,
The revels make life for each
a joyful ride.
There's thrill in chilling out, and
frolicking
At fountains, streams, resorts, is
so happening.
So live are sun-bathed streets 
with many acts
Of magicians, artistes, and
acrobats.
The season of great leagues, meets,
and adventures,
It's so momentous for peoples, 
pros, amateurs.

Each summer comes with its
bounteous treasure,
Its tending plenitude is hard 
to measure. 
Great is the aqueous summery
ambience
With stocks of richly tonic
luxuriance.
Great goes the taste and texture
of the season,
Invaluable is its affluent 
legion.
The silvery splendour of flavours
and fun
Provides all oodles of comfort and
nutrition :

The shades of mangroves or of
cashew plants
With icy pulps of their fructal
opulence.
The greedy slurps of syrupy
'pakhal',
Its sumptuous spread of fries, pickles, 
and prawn dal.
Cucumber slices, melon cubes, and
fruit salads,
Or mellow plucks from tropical
orchards.
Ice creams and candies from
exotic firms,
Dahi and lassi with their 'quaffy'
charms.
Clean air, clean water, all the pure
in baskets
Comes summer stately with
life-giving treats...

Earth sources all resources from
the sun,
It's therefore summer that gives
lots for fun.
But faults of us turns the sun
capricious,
So suffer we from its negative
force.
Trees we fell, release we 
pollutants,
The sun's nurture does harm 
our deviance.
Impatient as it gets, it sears
the earth
Unbearably; unforgiving turns
its wrath.
Yet, with its ultimate genuine
intent,
The gracious sun before long
does relent.
Works it with Nature's virtuous
design
As summer serves the life true
and benign...

For consummation of life on 
earth e'er lies
The sunny summer in untiring
service.
As boon and backbone of the 
beauteous Nature
And life : Long live the sun!
Long live the summer!!

                - N P SAMAL 


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