I am in love with the summer approaching in Delhi . . . . .

I am in love with the summer approaching in Delhi . . . . .

We sleep with the fans on and windows open
When the days start heating up and the nights cool
Sleeping late after a stroll and a daily quarrel
My children wake up early for their school

I am in love with the summer approaching in Delhi . . . . .

The diminishing presence of wintry numbness
The cascading bright moonlight from the sky
The full moon of Magh & Phalgun
The open windows for the gentle wind entering through

I am in love with the summer approaching in Delhi . . . . .

The flamboyant Gulmohar sprinkling flowers on my car
The pale deep yellow Amaltash bowing with weight in the main bazaar
The Semals, oh my God, are just so lavishly standing upright as landmarks
With all their shades of red, orange, maroon, and crimson shooting out from firm barks

I am in love with the summer approaching in Delhi . . . . .

Abstaining from the woollens n jackets n coats
I envisage putting on a light-coloured attire.
Every time I leave, am attracted by the Margosa
Who tries to enter my porch through the barbed wire.

‘Shail’ is truly in love with the summer approaching in Delhi