A cackle of geese far receding
as if trying to escape the hot
wind that rushes upon them
is now let loose over the arid
plains now devoid of water.
With lips parched and shriveled skin
every now and then, a farmer
with a sweating brow looks
up to the sky to deliver for he
cannot bear the earthly pangs.
On the lookout to wet their thirst
Hark, they say, is it thunder?
whenever they hear large sounds
in the distance that turn out to
be a mirage as the birds arrive.
It is the Indian summer no doubt
conditions dreaded by many a traveler
as it seldom leaves you from clutches
that are humid and hot as you cry
and pray for the monsoon to arrive.
Perceptions 
Reblogged this on Perceptions and commented:
This was written 3 years ago, re-blogging since it is the peak of summer in India and for the benefit of my new followers..
Summer pangs…. becoming unbearable as years pass!
It is getting difficult and no region is spared…
Sunith, I just re -read your beautiful poem/prose and could identify so deeply with the content – oh, I do know how it feels to long for the gift of rain…
Yes Sara…rain is so important for all living beings and without it there is nothing to be gained…
Wow you wrote amazingly well
Thank you Adithya 🙂
This is so beautiful and heart wrenching. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Krishna
You are so very welcome.
Very well written.
It’s true, when it’s summer we long for the monsoon. And vice versa. 😁
Thanks Ellen..Yes that is also true 🙂
Totally in this. Our temperature is 42-43 C Of course the ones out in the sun suffer the most
This year it has started early and on a strong note… Thank you Bindu for the appreciation.
You’ve captured the essence of our summer in a delightful way! Great work 🙂
Thank you Devika
God, it seemed so professional. The way the words were placed to bring out the beautiful imagery! 🙂
Thank you so much 🙂
Well knitted !!
Thank you
So well depicted Indian summer… I am wishing for rain now only… Global warming is creeping in..
True Deeksha. Each year the intensity is increasing alarmingly… Thank you.
Well written Sunith….only the intensity of heat keep rising with each passing year.
Thank you Radhika 🙂
Loved this. Love it even more in light of the crazy summer in Pune and my constant yearning for rain. 🙂
Thank you Deboshree. This year it is a real challenge I guess for all of us 🙂
Indeed. Sigh.
Such an apt poem with summer doing rounds. I liked the imagery though.
Thank you Sonia
So beautiful poem, like the selection of picture
Thank you Subbashini
I think it is a little bit like the “Altweibersommer” in Austria – with special smell and wonderful colours. The last warm weather in year, befor wintertime comes. It is a great time in year.
For us in India, it starts from the beginning March to June first week before the rainy season starts…
It sounds like a long time. The “Altweibersommer” are only a few days in autumn.
I love the picture you gave to this post.