50 Days of Summer

Like the koelwaiting to sing...
like the mango waiting to ripen...
like the melon waiting to bulge,
I wait for the summer...
Counting through the days of torment...
Counting to that day of annual freedom...

Atlast cometh the hour!!
The books climb the attic,
the uniforms rest in peace,
the school is bid adieu,
algebra is forgotten,
grammar is ignored.
The heart soars high
into the cloudless, sunny sky!!

The cricket matches in the midday sun,
can the torrents of sweat dampen the fun?
The tasty stealthy mangoes...
"where is the guard?" "shh.. ther he goes..."
The nap in the cool neem shade...
and the little games there we played.
Nimmi aunty's nimbupani...
hmmm yummier than the honey.
The evening chats and gossips
with cola for the stylish sips.
Ice-creams of every flavour,
eaten with greed and fervor.
The long train journey  to the native
a visit most rejuvenative.
The playtime with the cousins
Oh.. we are a pack of dozens...
Grandma's bedtime stories
of great kings and their glories...

These are now but memories...
Sweet ones forever to savor...
I still remember what I did that summer...