I gasp for fresh air to keep myself cool,
And opt for the coolest outfits not to appear like a fool.
But where do I hide,
When the Sun has woken up for the day’s ride.

I feel like I am roasted,
And gives me a feeling that my life is toasted.
I lost all my nerves fighting for the heat,
I am desperately expecting a better Summer treat.

I miss the mountain breeze,
Which would otherwise refresh and keep me at peace.
However, I must follow the Southern foothills discipline,
The daily rituals of life that shall timely intervene.

The sky opens up easily and surprise with heavy tears;
An ear-piercing roar and eye-blinding flashes provoke fear.
Nature seems to be furious,
But its furious proclamation makes me more curious.

I don’t want to run away from nature’s horror;
Rather I wish to sing a song of peace in furore.
Although it is scary to witness what prevails,
Nature takes refuge and seeks its own bail.

It is beautiful to dance akin to nature’s rhythm;
Twist and turn at every beat in tandem.
I must marry a nature
And keep loving indifferently until our departure.


~Yeshi Nidup