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Attraction- Summer

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Summer follows spring. The hope and dreams of spring begin to grow into delicious fruit. Youth is ripening into a mature form. The hope of the bounteous harvest that is still to come fills the hearts and minds of the young adults as the begin there life's work and continue to plant seeds and nurture those that have already begun to sprout.

The  young farmer looks up at the treats filled with green fruit anxious that nothing disturbed the harvest to come. His fear become reality as the dorms of life batter the crop that held so much promise. Some of the fruit is preserved, not all is lost in life's storms.


Sonnet 18

William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


                                Is it Summer?? 


             -Tirtharaj Bhattacharyya (Bhatpara, WB, India)

From the gentle warmth of dawn to the scorching heat of noon,
And from the dehydrating loo of the midday to the relieving breeze when it’s night soon,
There’s the summer for you, sir, waiting to show its rage:
From the lonely deserts and sand dunes to the ash-charring magma in the volcanoes,
All the depression, failure, anguish, fast and furious reaction of desperateness,
Ranging from joblessness to familiar hostility,
And with exhaustion, when it’s boiled down on the grass beneath the stars,
Life’s only asking for death, to be blown away by tornado, keeping aside everything jotted down in the history page!!
Then why are tears there, in the eyes?
Summer: that’s a hidden beauty hidden behind the beast.
Then why is there the darling smile on your face??
For someone it’s enjoyment, for someone distress; you cannot apparently judge a trace.
But, yes, it will do, as in the universe showering happiness and sorrow,
Followed by rains, removing the dryness, and then… ultimately, leaving the future bright for tomorrow.

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