O What A Summer! Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I know my dear, in this summer
I am here with you and I know
Here you cannot park, here
Within this working zone.
But you are to stay here to work
And to see and to read, my dear,
You have to honor, other's temper
O my dear, in this hot and cold
Weather, you can see so many birds
And so many feathers full of colors.
Thanks for your visit, my dear,
I am here to receive you grandeur.
Don't allow your anger to come in
If there is any mistake peeped in.