Indian Summer

@areebhardy

The brine sweat 

Dripping down each cool breeze from the anatomy

The slow commotion ceiled fan

Trying the level best to produce some wind

But, oh! How sorry could you feel for such a failed regular try.

Though here I'm, to compare you with the high tech Coolers and Air conditioners.

I seek apology, but for such beautified Indian Horrible summers 

They are the perfect functionaries.

Indeed, I do remember the old fashioned vintage car,

Where the windows were hatched down towards the belly

And the congenial loo could be felt

As a hot puff 

Notwithstanding the same condition

The tint glass and the unmanned engine

Chilled seats of the car have caused a blurring memory of thee fusion.

Grandmom's echoes raising the walls

All over for the homemade green mango juice. 

The footsteps desire to race towards the kitchen were the unique competition for gulping the best.

Pardoning from the mechanical climatization

For ruining the streak of happiness

Though in the cool packed room with tetra fruit extract,

The memory of old fashioned Indian summer

And the vision for it's Invision has augmented to lack.