As the soothing presence of Spring subsides and temperatures start to soar,
the reminders come rushing in, Summer is at the door!
The dawn comes knocking early, with gentle raps it makes its presence known,
the light stays far longer, an unwillingness to fade away is shown.
For too many days it lay frozen, suffered the brunt of winter and time,
the warmth melts and comforts, strengthening this heart of mine.
Like all nature, I have waited, for it all to bloom again,
the chirp provides the evidence, the leaves dance due to the same.
The Mango trees have bore fruits, attracting all sets of eyes,
The Watermelons have flooded the stalls, from this heat it provides respite.
The bells have rung.. The bells have rung.. Kids came shouting with faces alight.
The smell of freedom is in the air, its Summer Vacation alright!
It got warmer and warmer in the afternoon but our hearts were spellbound,
to listen to Grandma’s stories, after lunch when we all finally settled down.
The day galloped away and the evening came strolling setting us free,
the prisons of four walls left behind, the young and the old both glee.
The light would dim gently and in veils of darkness we played hide and seek,
the thrill of waiting, huddling in cramped spaces, stealing our little peeks.
The night came finally but the desires far from fulfilled,
we remembered the haunted places and tested courage, under skies moonlit.
The web of dreams was spun with all love, affection, and care.
Saved those souvenirs in our hearts which our innocence shares.
Those tinsel towns of memories provide us the strength we require,
for the light may fade away someday or the situations may get dire.
Far away in distant forests, the leaves have turned crisp and brown.
The winds howl, move round and round, shade is scarce to be found.
The wells and ponds have dried, the life in the wild is made to think.
Water water nowhere, neither a drop to drink!
But the wild alone does not suffer, the suffering symbolises the plight of the weak.
Somewhere Summer scorched fields make farmers frown, an interlude to which we seek.
At places they walk for miles, fetching their drops of survival,
Spare a thought for those thirsty steps, “save water save life” is no mere trifle.
O’ Mother Nature! I sing your praise, what you have bestowed on us is unbound.
But why are my brethren so forsaken, facing misery in Summers from all around?
The winds then whispered it in my ears, “she has shared her love, to her all are equal,
whether plants, animals or humankind, of kindness she is the Apostle”.
Some hoarded selfishly without a care and left nothing behind,
took advantage of the helplessness of those who are gentle and kind.
So beware! O’ Humans! For all your actions will be taken to account.
You are merrymaking while she burns, someday her love will not be found.
All the thoughts gripped my mind, as I welcome that gentle breeze,
Not a figment of my imagination, it’s out there for all to see.
At some places, it is warm while at other places it lets it burn,
For some, surviving Summer is an art, for others, it is just fun!
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