SUMMER BIRDS
As u sit there in d garden
watching street dogs fight
biding time
n waiting to beat the heat
with d approach of a cool evening breeze
when birds speak to each other
in intimate tone
i look at u , n then at d birds
i feel like calling u but i cant
d reason i dont know
though ur love
rings in my aging bone.

But i dry up soon like a summer river
u r perhaps the last trickle
i wanna stick to n love
let us be intimate birds of summer
n about each other's love
to each other softly murmur.