Thursday, 17 July 2014

Hide And Seek

Childhood memories surface 
Of damp, dank June days....
Of paper boats and puddles
Of high and happy spirits.

Inhaling the fragrance of wet earth
Twirling a bright umbrella,
Seems but a distant dream.
And thick dust cloaks everything.

Getting tangled with my gloomy thoughts,
Dark clouds hover
Across my city's barren horizon,
Bringing a promise of rain.

Scraggly trees, dry as bone,
Surreptitiously straighten themselves,
Hoping to wash off
The dust of a summer passed.

A few drops fall
And glisten on a thirsty leaf,
And my heart lifts up,
Only to slump again.

A brisk breeze blows
Through the trees.
The dark clouds scurry away,
The meagre raindrops hurry away.

Grey dust still clings to the trees.
I can taste it on my tongue.
I feel that yet again,
Summer has begun...




4 comments:

  1. Thank you so much. Pune is now getting water only on alternate days due to rainfall deficiency.

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  2. Very nice....truly depicts what we are going through

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