కావ్యాంజలి

Leaves strewn apart, like withered hands The breeze, a furnace, hot and grand Some seek refuge, in culinary delight Omelettes of ostrich, in the Sub Sahara's light Others, in Arizona's burning land Roast turkey, a respite from the sand But the heat remains, relentless and bright A season of extremes, without a gentle night But winter is nowhere to be seen, Those icicles, those avalanches, a distant dream. Frosty, foggy nights, a fading past, The neural aura of lights, forever to last. Now resides in the memories, a bittersweet refrain, Echoes of a season, lost in the arid plain. The mind recalls the chill, the snow's soft kiss, A fleeting reverie, of winter's vanished bliss.

 మోసం తెలియని వారిని మోసం చేయాలనుకోవటం దుస్సాహసమే ఔతుంది. మనషులం చూడలేదనుకుంటాం కాని భగవంతుడు పైనుండి గమనిస్తూనే ఉంటాడు.. తస్మాత్ జాగ్రత్త