Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

May 27, 2011

Summer!

I
Swaying neem trees,scorching heat.
Rending the stillness,Koel's cry sweet.
All else droops,sags,sleeps.
II
Swirling dust,heat-crazed noon,
Parched earth,Jasmine blooms
Over unripe mangoes,Children swoon.
III
Roads shimmer and melt
Taps run dry ,Tankers ply
Holiday for school,holiday for water .

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