Now, the fountains are dry <br />The hills claim upon Summer <br />- Lest, all daffodils cry <br />For a draught, to be fancy dreamer. <br /> <br />Amid them casually I wander <br />- To seek their beauty. <br />It seems, none but a plunderer <br />Wanted them lie, pity. <br /> <br />Neither they awake nor sleepy <br />My hands try them to touch <br />- Oh! all daffodils are floppy; <br />And realize, it was too much. <br /> <br />So I make a unique plan <br />To see upright their bowing head <br />- So I do sprinkle water main <br />And tread them with light tread. <br /> <br />Hence, I pray to Heaven for rain <br />To give forth life to their lives <br />Or, impulse the bees to obtain <br />Honey, for their hives. <br /> <br />Even, the Heaven is proud of it! <br />Even so responsible alike- <br />Continuous rain, at least <br />Make the weakening day meek. <br /> <br />So hills, fountains, daffodils, bees <br />All, that night, come in my dream <br />To say-'O dear, let us never miss <br />To be in your magical whim.'<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-wander-to-seek-beauty/
