Summer is the time for
Burnt offerings made to a Sun
That cannot look at you
Without sucking you dry.
That smile, that burns
In its scorching benevolence:
Truly derisive
In it's universal bonhomie-
Its complete impartial indifference.
You are merely another.
And he likes you, well and good.
It is only your folly
If you dry yourself up in vain
Every Summer.
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ada po pa
antidote - iced lemonade, chunks of watermelon, frequent ice cold baths, lie down on cool granite floor
Anush: Yaen pa? Post pudikillaya?
Mm: Nothing icy about the diabetes inducing lemonade or baths here. as for cool granite floor... I have a very hard bed for a substitute :P
apdi illa, as usual puriala :)
Anush: Puriyarddukku yenna iruku? Onnu pannu, Jana kitte poetry'le crash-course edu. :D
I was in Hyd a few of days back. It's getting ridiculously hot there. Best of luck lady. Hope you survive.
@Anush: you are one very entertaining commenter!
P.S. I think you have a fair idea of how much verse I understand :)
Ng: Half my life in a desert and another chunk of it Chennai have given me great tolerance for heat. But then again Hyd-heat is one of a kind. (hums 'I will survive')And as for verse comprehension, verse comes to worst you'd still get the gist :P
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Checked out the Frost poem... Quite something...
Lokesh D: ...?
Nitwitbits: Glad you liked it. Did you see the whole fleeting truth thing?
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