Monday, 29 May 2017

The spring

The campus look clean,
wet from last nights shower.
The road looks fresh,
amidst the stretch of trees.

In a dazzling hue,
The trees are blossomed.
The veggies beside the road,
Are ripe and near to harvest.

The litchis in the orchard,
red as beetroot in backyard.
Here is the harvest time,
 they are so ripe and prime.

Pluck few and peel few,
Sun is hot and my caps askew. 
Onto the ladder we climb,
Its spring and harvest time. 

Mangoes are getting yellower,
Compared to litchi its slower.
The big fat chinwan,
the red skined irwin.
In few days or sooner,
They will ready for my dinner .