A summer from my memory touches me on the face,
Like the first rays of sun ; bit warm a bit sharp
From afar I hear a call
Of a small girl that looks like me!
Bit blur to see
Maybe because the sun is too hot with it’s blazing rays
I walk across to her meandering through so many kids ; jumping around , no worries on their face
Light shades of cotton frocks is all I can see ; their sounds have filled my ears
They talk about who hides and who finds ; giggles oh giggles so many of them
A bunch of them are sitting by the shade of the mango tree ; one hits the tree with a stone and down falls a mango
So flush green and big ; What a precision I wonder
And the angry granny from a window behind gives out a loud call
Like honey bees whose comb is hit ; quickly scattered they are all
I can feel a sting in my throat ; summer teaches for sure to know thirst ; to love water
I look around to a find little sip ; there is a girl with tongue so purple
Oh God what is it?
I go near ; she is sucking something that doesn’t look so great
Dirty plastic pouch with ice maybe made from dirty water and purple in colour
She looks at me and offers one with her other hand
Suddenly I know that it was all that I craved when I was young
There is another girl who bites off a corner of that cover to show me how its opened
I do it too ; Oh what a pleasure
I keep walking to the one who called me ; feasting on a little happiness
Finally there I am ; I stretch my hands to hold her
She holds my hand and says “look back”
I do – and I see all the girls all the way here are illusions of me!
My eyes are burning not from the heat
But a summer from my memory!