Urban Summer

By Upasa Borah 
104° Fahrenheit - 
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 -
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 -
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 -
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!
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Indian Summer' 

1 comment

  • I absolutely love the way you’ve put it, keep up the good work!

    Aaradhya Garg

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