The Beckoning !
May 13, 2010 by mysharada
The scorching summer heat,
With will power can you beat
The gears of the mind machine wheeling,
And the engine of the bus straining
Both surging in the direction ahead,
Towards distant destinations they tread
The friction of motion, in both, heats,
But the will to surge beats the heat
Faith heals and further it builds,
With ambrosia one’s entire being it fills
Continuous cranking, however, needs grease
To start afresh after ironing out the crease
With your anklets of rain drops, Oh Monsoon!
We eagerly beckon you, please come soon!
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