Summer

Summer
Summer is so intense:
I wring my cotton shirt
into vessels of water, after
squeezing into multi layers of
folds, beyond description.
Summer is so intense:
Summer specials commute
from destinations numberless,
anticipation of vacation for
children a special expectation,
a most welcome gap,
what is special for those
farmers , sturdy only with a
sustained Willpower,
their back carrying loads of
gunny bags, recently harvested,
minus their toil, our lives would
have entangled in embittered starvation,
a cool sip of butter milk
from thick glass jar ,
for many , thirsty
a timely ease and comfort.
Nothing special in summer,
You bask with a wish
Trees, plants and birds,
That Spring’s blossoming Love
Be proceed with Summer’s heat, tout.