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!
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