Warm and temperate,
like normal, the question is,
why were sweaters packed?
Rajasthan, year round,
is ‘sss’ ‘hhh’ and even ’sigh’,
but rarely drip drop.
Orion pulls taut
his grand celestial bow.
The hunt is short lived.
Sticky thigh on couch
waits in anticipation
of late June relief.
Eastward Deccan breeze
lifts spirits in Talegaon.
Bus travel is slow.
Unnatural cold,
greets the homebound traveler.
Would be grass is snow.
