Summer tragedy

When June shrugs its shoulder
When monsoon anneals
On its moustache
When sun smiles in sarcasm
....The earth gets dry and rough
The horizon looks too blue
The trees cry and shed
We all wait for clouds
To drench the ground
No defeat, no victory
It's a process revolutionary.
Every summer joints
Hand with monsoon,
Sarcasm turns into boon.

Dr. Ashutosh

Awaited..

We all are experiencing
Scorching heat 
In North region.
Slanting rays of sun
Are about to cross 
The heat of mid day.
Morning and evening
Temperate us like sun on head
Looking for monsoon shower
With a green hope
To sing
Spring winds come
Dancing back again.
Let me pray to cool and calm.

Dr. Ashutosh

Pic: Rasma Raisters