A Summer afternoon…

That careless summer afternoon…

Distant, as it may be,

Still, fresh and earthy—hastily peeled Mango skin;

Heavy, and clamorous—mostly—like the untimely Monsoon;

Slender and fleeting—at times—as the Vaigai;

Ever a part of me;

It crushes me into a bloody rubble, often,

But I, always, resurrect!

My soul, pledged to this ceaseless vision,

Perpetually in service to the beheld deity.

A never ending summer of rumination!