A precious summer gone,
now the monsoon will dawn,
upon the land rains lash,
and memories of a bygone summer flash.

Wish I could stop the rain,
rewind and relive summer again,
a beautiful summer it was,
worth every memory it brought.

Worth all the heartache each memory brings,
far in the distance a lark sings,
another summer will be here soon,
but will I be able to survive this monsoon.

Another summer will be here when it’s time,
but I wonder if by the next summer you’ll still be mine.

©Seema Tabassum 2015
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*This water-coloured painting is done by me,hope you like.