Summer evening

This is the summer evening
And I could not find
A bird here at this time.

The temple bell
Could not ring
To proclaim
Where is the king.

This is the pond
With no water
This is the sky
With no weather.

This is the summer evening
And I am crying
Without anything with me.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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