Summer

There's a summer, waiting to leave
And a few rain clouds, grey in deceit
There's life, all around in full glory
And there's a tune, sublime in its melody.

There's a pond, and ripples every now and then
There's a setting Sun, a little boy around the lane;
There's a rickshaw puller, hopeful, but in vain
There's an old woman trying to sleep, once again.

There's a dream, flying along the forgotten sky
Like a hot air balloon whose destiny can't be tied;
There's a summer languishing in our minds,
Waiting; patiently; for real clouds to sweep us by.