It fades from the season’s memoryNo 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:
And a wonderful summer it will be. Amen.
Ah...Delhi Summers....I'll be back to them soon. Nice blog.
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