In the sweltering summer heat,
when even the roads are asweat,
I feel my legs are liquefied so,
this summer heat is going to make my body flow,
Like a tired old flower I wilt,
I try collecting myself together before I melt,
Cool cool icy water is a respite to my body,
but what about my eyes which feel so groggy,
Before I can liquesce any further, I spot you standing there,
Without meaning to, I begin to unabashedly stare,
You look so inviting, you are a pleasure to my eyes,
I feel as if for endurance of this heat, you are the prize,
Aah, looking at you makes me feel so fresh,
I peer futher into that yellow mesh,
‘Cause yellower than mustard and brighter than brass,
are your pretty petals – Amaltas.
May 28, 2005
An ode
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