The
long lonesome days
In
the arid, land locked,
Hot
plains of acacia shrubs
And
concrete hubs,
The
temples of success in career
And
growth,
Sweltering
in the prickly sticky heat.
Its
summer in its blazes
Trying
to raze everything.
Against
my skin yet
I
feel
The
cool summer breeze
Laced
with fragrance of jasmine
Intermingled
with
The
aroma of pine tree sap
Blowing
from a decade and a half away
As
the line of ducks would break
To
flap their wings, to dive down under
And
reappear in the line again
As
if in a regatta
With
the yachts cutting wind
Their
sails almost
Touching
the lake
Atop
the mountainous alpine forest
And
I hear your voice
Coming
from behind me
Asking
me to wait for you
As I
see you, with effort, climb
And
when you catch up with me
I
can feel your hands on my shoulder
Gasping
for breath
Watching
the
suspended Himalayan
Snow
capped peaks.
Oh!
But how much I miss you
Everyday,
Till
I'll have paid my dues
By
the end of summer.
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