Hear the gentle summer breeze, Whisking through Gul mohar leaves
In the music of wind chimes, Tinkling songs of summer time
Feel her quiet on the skin, Filling hearts imaginings
See her as the blossoms dance, In the cusp of dawn's romance
In saplings that take a bow, In wind blown hair tousled now
Petals touched by her stir, Silken soft in gossamer
Light and dark shadows play, On shrubs of green bunched bouquet
While butterflies and bees sup, Drink nectar from sun's molten cup
~Summer Breeze by Nishu Mathur, India
A commissioned piece.
Size: 105cm x 88cm
Hear the gentle summer breeze, Whisking through Gul mohar leaves
In the music of wind chimes, Tinkling songs of summer time
Feel her quiet on the skin, Filling hearts imaginings
See her as the blossoms dance, In the cusp of dawn's romance
In saplings that take a bow, In wind blown hair tousled now
Petals touched by her stir, Silken soft in gossamer
Light and dark shadows play, On shrubs of green bunched bouquet
While butterflies and bees sup, Drink nectar from sun's molten cup
~Summer Breeze by Nishu Mathur, India
A commissioned piece.
Size: 105cm x 88cm