PUNGAI TREE

The warring sun fills the sky

And its crimson wrath drives the blue away

As green withers to brown

And lakes and streams vanish

The barren hills glow

The parched plains pant

Unfettered by this solar malady

Fed by some mysterious spring

Fresh, green and full of blossoms

The graceful  Pungai tree!

BROWN BLOSSOMS

Then crimson! 

Now brown!

Summer blossoms

Still waiting for the  monsoon ! 

TRANQUIL CACTUS

In this hotness of the raging summer

Days and nights go by

The hills and plains are left  dry  

The bushes and grasses whither

In the cracking cakes of  parched soil

Leafless trunks are scattered

There is empty blueness in the vast cloudless sky

Yet! Within the thorny greenness of the resilient cactus!

The tranquil water reigns!

STRANDED BY THE DUNES

The hot summer heat is thickening my blood  

My face is parched and sweat is beaded on my brow

My legs are shaky and my heart is pounding

Dunes of sand rise above me as formidable mountains

The flying dust blinding my eyes, now settles down within my soul

As the eternal fatigue over powers me and thirst the killer stabs me

No water, no shade, no scope for salvation

Will the hope rain of come too Late?

Or, will it only wash away my dried up bones!