Looking through all the summer thoughts,
As the ground go dry – waiting for the sky to quench its thirst,
Bees come out, Birds can’t fly,
As the trees go white – branches remain high,
People fight for Who What When Where and Why,
As the majesty mountains throw what’s over and inside,
As the stars shine bright – gazed by a swan,
Monsoon falls – nothing trembles and the moon is gone.