Monday, March 19, 2007

Soon enough

It fades from the season’s memory
No more of those nips
Winter no longer remains
Coating my finger tips.

It’s time for the March guest
To arrive like a drummer
It’s time for the unwanted one,
The famed Delhi summer

It will be my first here,
For now there isn’t much to say,
But I’m sure I will love it,
I was born on a hot, April day.

2 comments:

Daneel Olivaw said...

And a wonderful summer it will be. Amen.

SBT said...

Ah...Delhi Summers....I'll be back to them soon. Nice blog.