What I wanted to write
I did not know
A tiny seed of some sort
I wanted to sow
I saw the children wilt
In hot humid midsummer
Lazy wive's tongues wagging
Trying hard to keep their glamour
Dusty,faded green leaves
Tiredly gazing up to heaven
Oh ! sprinkle a few raindrops
Bathe the souls they're given
Ice-cream man push carting his ware
Thirsty children throng to him
Quenching their thirst and desire
Happiness overflows the brim
Welcoming juicy red watermelons
Chilled "dahibaras" on a platter
Mid-April or early-May heat
With such delicacies does it matter?
©bishu