Urban Summer

By Upasa Borah

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104° Fahrenheit -

Really?

But I'm lying under the blanket

Sipping coffee and watching TLC

The sunlight can't even penetrate through the curtains,

Surely it can't be that much of a nuisance?

104° Fahrenheit -

Really?

But my ice cream hasn't melted yet

And I can see those men working

By the roadside -

Surely, they won't be labouring

If it were scorching hot outside!

104° Fahrenheit -

Really?

But the water for my bath is cold,

And why would people be having lassi

Outside that shabby stall, right

Under the sun

In a weather as hot as you claim?

104° Fahrenheit -

Really?

But I see those children in their untidy uniforms

Playing catch and chasing one another -

I mean, if it were hot,

They'd be in Baskin Robbins instead!

104° Fahrenheit, you say?

Are you sure?

Why can't I feel a thing!

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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Indian Summer'

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