The summer has passed in a glimpse, like it didn’t exist-
We let the song slip out which we were looking for?

Swear of raindrops, they were foolish!
They never meant to be tears of grief
Still the aisle was wet for long.

Oh the celestial being, thee were blind!
T’was a never ending life,
There I found an unwanted beautiful home.

The writer is a student of English language and Literature at Central Women’s University (Honours final year).