last summer

Drowsy summer of last year when fragrance was nipped off the blooms,

And the crisp scrunch of dry leaves rattled through dense sandalwood forest,

When parched limbs of trees stricken in years blasted the earth sending their roots on the hunt,

Last summer comatose days, in peril of dying, like etiolated leaves dangling in the savage wilderness pined for sangfroid and satiety

When parochial snags with their sharp edges silently cracked, crumbling into languid quietus

You arrived

Like a moisture-laden whiff of fresh rain and the ingenious lyrics engulfed the whole forest

Like wildfire, plundering wondrous subterranean hamlets

Last summer butterflies scurried off crowding the sky bedecking it with sonorous pollen dapples.

Photo courtesy: Pinterest

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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