The searing heat, the scorching sunshine,
Dry torrid wind, dust
laden air shield the moonshine
Parched lips, and never ending trickling sweat
Makes one long for
green grass laden with mist
The color yellow dominates arid sky
Blazing red
gulmohars by day, fragrant jasmines by night
A still calm interrupted by dust storms
Cool breeze from
the cooler is a welcome norm
Guzzling endless glasses of water and sweet drinks
Red watermelons,
mangoes save from going over brink
In the backyard a cuckoo sings
Most melodious song with a tingePS- Image Kind Courtesy Google
lovely lines Rahul... very vivid imagery!
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Welcome to my blog,Archna! Thanks a lot for liking the post. Look forward to seeing you here more often.
DeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteA big thanks.
DeleteTakes me back to those beautiful summer evenings. We used to have a lot of fun. Mango, Rooh-afza, Hopscotch and friends - To good old days!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, sir.
True that,Saru. We still try to relive those days in small ways even now:)
DeleteLovely poem! Now, mangoes are contaminated, water melons are injected with colours....everything has become scary...Eating and drinking everything is gone now. we have to be careful about everything!
ReplyDeleteWhat you say is true. The greed has taken over most of the goodness that prevailed! Sad!
DeleteHappy days are here again...thank you Rahul for a trip down memory lane:):)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Amit, for that kind comment!
DeleteRightly rightly summed up. Bangalore was very hot this time and was unbelievable. But hoping its ending soon. Until next scorching summer!
ReplyDeleteTh blistering heat in Northern plains is yet to subside!
DeleteLovely poem, it's like a pep talk to bear this summer :)
ReplyDeleteHa ha Ramya! Thanks and enjoy the rains in Bangalore after peppy summers:)
DeleteLovely poem, it's like a pep talk to bear this summer :)
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