Summer Sun

Steps hesitate

As the skin feels the wrath

The wrath of the sun

On the concrete path...

I try to fit in my shadow

Hoping for shade

Eyes squint,

As I wait on the street

For the cool of the bus

Dreaming of the back seat

A long road ahead

A few mirages teasing my patience

A gust of hot wind

Hurting with the summer fragrance

Drops of water on my forehead

Get wasted as sweat

An overused handkerchief,

Dying to be thrown

In that bucket of water back at my home

A pair of parched lips,

As I quiver with thirst

The last drop from my bottle

To my despair

Escaping into the dust

Breathe in the hot air

Filling my lungs

A burning fire inside me

Like the burning hot sun

Oh..I miss the trees

That once lined the street

Soft shades of different shapes

Like a mother's assuring embrace

They stayed beside me

As I enjoyed this street

Making me forget.

There was a summer sun indeed...

A summer sun indeed

Waiting to devour

Whatever walked in this heat!!!!