Blue sky appears less blue,
Cluster of clouds in a mood to engulf,
the melody of leisure hour in the distant horizon —
fading into melancholic tune.
Summer rains have ushered
fluttering wings of birds,
clinging in unity of seasons joy.
Across the hills and down the rivers
there is soaring heat, melting tar, yet
mortals huddled in the corner, sweat on foreheads
with bare hands for work.
Rickshaw pullers and brethren hardened
By nature’s changing phases.
School bells have rung, it’s time for home;
Watermelon, coconut are aplenty on the roadside
And tongues licking orange and green icebars
For one more change,
For another rainbow of hope and aspiration.
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