The English Summer

The sun approaches here
Creates a mesmerizing sphere,

Like a beautiful wave of joy
Spellbinds everybody like a toy,

Ray of spectrum come and go,
Rarely as a cast of magician's flow,

Happiness,love and beauty,
Waves like the roaring forties,

Song of leaves and flowers,
Percolates everywhere,
Very-often misty and it showers,
As if nature-queen encloses there,

British sun plays hide and seek,
Weather tries to trap through its trick.

Here sun is a symbol of freshness,
Creates some enchantment,
 Move-over a touch of softness
All love to glitter in its light.

God's lovely keep-sake
Dawn to dusk feels me awake.