Summer Shine
- Mast Culture

- Jul 9, 2025
- 1 min read
By Siddhi Pal
On the soft grass as I lie,
Watching the butterflies fly by,
Summer shine kisses my face,
As the birds, fly away in grace.
Once in a blue moon appears the mayfly,
& the green grass masks the dragonfly,
The gentle sound of the running river,
Gives me the 'NATURE FEVER'.
Suddenly recalling the flower fairy,
I desire for cosmos and lily.
O! How beautiful is the summer,
That always has me flattered.
By Siddhi Pal



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