Rev. Viji Eapen - Migration in Summer

Oh! the cruelest, longest and hottest season,
When my Maple and Oak cried,
I didn't know that you were so near,
To tear me apart.
From my streams and valleys.
I wish winter and spring soon come,
And then I'l be back again
To live.

Rev. Viji Eapen

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