Now I run, on sunny misty fields -
In desperate spirits, dreaming to be free,
Summer has come, the birds call out for love,
The days are turned into a joyous paradise.The sunlight tingles from in between the leaves,
The lanes are filled with vendors selling things,
They beat the heat and perspiration
To earn that livelihood for a better hand-to-mouth's compensation.I walk through the streets of old Calcutta,
Caressing the walls where, once, the lovers etched in their pain,
For summer brings in the life you thought you lost -
As you glimpse on to brighter things of your demons.I look to the sky, the birds fly in liberty,
The sun rays blindfold my eyes,
Thrown back into the old memories of my boyhood -
How I'd go kite-flying near the lakeside,
And spent the day in Mother Nature's lap.It took me a fortnight to realise the essence of summer,
A grown up human now, learning the ways of living -
While I stand aside to watch the kids fly kites, red and blue,
I fondly reminisce the hard and sweet melodies of a child.As dusk appears, the sky is adorned by bright red shades,
The taxis honk and the street lights make the sorrow within me, absconding.
Life would come to a standstill one day,
The trails are unknown;
Only summer's call can heal these wounds,
That I received, in this bondage of adulthood.
- Anurima Mukherjee
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