Sarat

a poem by Gummadapu Narasimha Rao

Sarat fourth season the threshold of winter
August and September with copious water,
Sravana and Bhadrapada months as gaiety
Acute cyclone activity,
September submerges crops by the deluges
Grim hurricane winds make more refugees,
Rivers at spate wash out the men and cattle
And spoil crops staple,
Moon nights pleasant bless total tenderness
Mud solidifies, and ponds bound to dryness.

Historic August salubrious laudable month
Attained independence freedom henceforth,
More greenery wipes out, sordid starvation
Trivial crop rotation,
Herbs and shrubs bloom, beautiful flowers
Trees serve as umbrellas from the showers,
Crop growth quick alters fields day by day
High hopes everybody,
Thatched huts emit smoke as that of clouds
Scudded dawn fog results, Sun not beholds.

Cattle add body mass, grazing grass grown
Milk high input, mint money farmer crown,
Come September, sports games start bright
Students art at delight.
Onerous flies overstay to epidemic diseases
Doctor crowded with, patents of contagious,
Trade stoops down, dull spell for mercantile
Time for brain mantle,
Vegetable yield zenith owing good weather
Bullion market is inert as rates drop further.