Summer night, bright stars and the Moon;
All, in tiredness, look into where their secrets lie
And drinking water seems to be boon
To all livings, or ambrosia nigh, -
Beneath the shades of coconut leaves
Or, half-opened homes all rest in haughtiness
Of the century's hottest summer,
And enjoy mangoes those it gives.
Although the summer lashes it's hammer
Upon the candle-like minds,
Although there is no reedy tune,
The bright stars and the Moon-
Amid, their instinct beauty express.