The smell of earth emits aroma of life.
fallen flowers and dry leaves,
Small streams still streaks,
with reddish muddy waters.
Song of crickets rises sharply.
followed by Raps of frogs...
A seventh Symphony in air; full of life,
springs from nowhere.
Dark clouds re-assemble,
under canopy of grey sky.
Flint of rainbow still hangs.
as faint sun tries to freak out.
A cool breeze settles down.
on clothes of women who dares out.
Blowing her hair opposite,
Smell of women merges by nature
Remains of summer rain,
Still hangs on eaves n’ leaves.
Hopes of a season reflects,
On a lone pearly rain drop still alive,
on a blade of grass.