Rummaging through the old stuff I found my old diary, oblivious of its presence since long. I flicked through its creaky pages rather eagerly. Besides some writings with erratic grammar, silly quotes and undue praises of my zodiac star, what I found inspiring was this ode. It gave me reminisce of old days, when summer in its full bloom was vibrant and animated period. We used to play outdoor games the moment when sun sank below the horizon and turned the few clouds crimson,giving way to the moon.
In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers
Pours out far away an intoxicating scent;
Eyes shut, ears half open to noises,
We only half sleep in a transparent slumber.
The stars are purer, the shade seems pleasanter;
A hazy half-day coulours the eternal dome;
And the sweet pale dawn awaiting her hour
Seems to wander all night at the bottom of the sky.