Summer

 March is the month of falling leaves

When trees shed the old for the new

With the sun ending its unilateral truce 

And renewing its hostilities in a new year

It's war again in every exam-bound school 

As teachers marshal their students for

The final do-or-die battle that will decide

Whether they will get educational nirvana

On the streets the primal struggle goes on

The vendors of water melons are back

Their tricycles parked at vantage corners

The pink slices make the thirsty thirstier

The earth and sea cannot bear to see

The people suffer, soon whip up clouds

That set the heat-cold cycle in play again

Summer comes but trailing monsoon rain.