Parting with Summer

See here, the Heaven sheds its watery blessing

Over the sweaty crest of land

Now little are days wanting sleep

Oh temperate... temperate daughter of sea,

make haste to leave your western home, come, fall o'er

And clad me, as equated to silk over baby silk.

Change my climate and tint me blue.

Happy be my mute green fellows, 

for it will come your... time far not

Oh greens cheers leap with me

Weary days are no more for us

From My Tomb on the First Night

It is from the subterranean room I reside,

from today and on todays of tomorrows.

My voice was sweet and the world told me that,

but one will hear it nevermore.

My room is cool with droplets sprouting down,

proclaiming the happiness of my brethren at heaven.

The rain. Or is it the salt from the eyes of my kin,

I know not.

I’m speaking to my little fellows,

from nearby families of Arthropod and Annelid.

They love me to the extend they love me to eat

But they’ll spare my lips, for they say they’ll sing for them.

                                                                                -Arun Geo Augustine

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Wonderful, I'm watching all these... good.

Why didn't I come this place earlier?

That goes to my archives holding unsolved ones