Weary bird sitting in the branch <br />Looks at the clouds as ahead they march <br />Behind the cloud the vast mass of azure sky <br />Does not bode well as the season looks dry <br />Thirsty bird stares with a palpitating heart <br />At the cow struggling hard to pull the cart <br />The rage of the sun sucks dry wells and ponds <br />Leaves and flowers burn in the dying fronds <br />Tiny bird shed tears on the parched earth <br />It is afraid to look at the tree’s thinning girth <br />At a distance the peak seems as if in fire <br />It flaps the wings for a whiff of fresh air <br />Poor bird its eyelids begin to droop <br />The trees start to fall like a vanquished troop <br />Its soul soars high as body drops to ground <br />In the burning grass its trace can’t be found<br /><br />Tiku akp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indian-summer-24/
