In summer holidays, in day’s later session,
having time of my own-
on my bed , I used to lay down,
it was my comfort session.
I could not let my life go by just watching a movie,
I had lots of things to see-
I could see a vast tree through my window-pane,
It was a naturally crafted lane,
where shadow and sunlight made a picturesque theme,
I remained as a silent spectator to watch the shadow of tree and the golden sun-beam.
I could see a blossomed tree,
It scattered its branches up to its knee,
The squirrels were all around,
My ears were bound to hear birds’ chorus sound.
A breeze from lower area had a pleasant appeal,
It made my presence in a reel.
I could see a bright-eyed cat awaiting for its prey,
Its splash of eye frightened the pigeons away.
A nest was well stabled high, it was ever seen amid the leaves,
The little birds were asleep under their mother’s bliss.
Inside the zone, my eyes gazed at a spider’s net,
It was torn, but was hanging yet,
One or two flies were roaming around,
They had an amazing, awful sound.
A wood-pecker was busy to collect insects from the wood,
Its beak was producing a” drum” like sound.
Everything I watched with a great curiosity and eager,
It was my best past-time forever.