It is the welcome,
The welcome of new beginnings!
But still, my heart craves,
The moments of the summer evening!
The soft breeze and a mild mist,
They call out my name…
Like the wanderer in the lost lane,
Seeking the mystic silence!
I still hear the cuckoo!
Wailing for its long-gone lover,
The blue waves, still tease me,
To step into their mute world!
Oh! How can I embrace this welcome?
When my soul is still stuck,
In that yellow golden sky!
– Aashvi Solanki
English