Every Day is Like Summer


Summer Dawn in Delhi

Every day is like summer

When the children scream and shout on the park swings

When the sun and the moon greet each other with subtle insecurities

And when the dog huffs about like a thirsty saint.

Every day is like summer

When seven in the morning feels like ten

When the lightest of breeze calls for an old remembrance

When the once favoured porch swing is now vacant again.

Every day is like summer

When evenings are full with the hum of the motors

When the old foe is a friend again

When the shallow river is now fierce again.

Every day is like summer

When the winter fat breaks a sweat again

When the blues is popular like it was back then

When the water is scared, lest we forget again.

Every day is like summer

If the feet are now bare again

How the fans are loud, and whispers are soft again

When every dusk paints a canvas within.

Every day is like summer

When even the rich strips its sins

Almost to be disguised amongst the poor again

When the broken heart calls for vigour again.

Every day is like summer

When the lights are dim

But the mouths are loud again

And the only news is of pretend sales again.

Every day is like summer

When men practice politics

Only to be cast out by the better brains

When there is a method to the madness within.

Every day is like summer

When the curtains are called upon more often

When the widows peek out their windows again

Only to sing for what they have lost again.

Every day is like summer

If your lover shares her smile again

Shares her skin,

And everything that torments her within.

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