The city has trapped the sun.

The sweaty days are back.

Of juices and baths.

Umbrellas and caps.

The sun blazes overhead.

Without respite and grudge.

The mornings are warm and still.

Leaves have died. Trees have decayed.

Birds sing sore. Maybe a Malhar.

Faces are brighter now. Darker, for once.

Buses stink and autos hoodwink.

Yellows and Reds prevail.

Of Mangos and Watermelons.

Sluggish road side eating.

Under spot shaped shades.

Rings of friends and lines of strangers.

A new story shall begin.

With the blue skies and pink nights.

Its summer again.

The city has trapped the sun.

Lets fall in love with it.