Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Ode to Summer (We've just touched the edge yet)

While I'd love to think of juicy melons and luscious mangoes,
I know in my heart, that the season that saps me of my life force is upon us;
Beyond the bitterness of Winter and the balm of Spring,
Summer comes to Delhi with a purpose - to kill.
Killjoy and kill hope, 'tis the season to hide indoors.
Goodbye outdoors, see you friends,
Summer's got me under house arrest!
But, one great thing is ice creams,
I intend to drawn my sorrows in tubs of Vanilla dreams.
And yes, in bad poetry like this is my revenge to all things heat!

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