Summer will be here soon by Abha Das Sarma

The yellow of an imposing sun

And the stillness of leaves

Back with childhood afternoons

Until stirred by the breeze

Like the sudden melancholy,

It is cloudy today

And the barber is running with the shoes

The road is to the swimming pool

Covered with leaves and

The eucalyptus barks have fallen too,

I do not pick them

I no longer paint

On walls of my ancestral home

Silence of the art hangs

Summer will be here soon.

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An engineer and management consultant by profession, writing is what keeps Abha Das Sarma alive. She has a blog of over 200 poems and her poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords, Verse Virtual and elsewhere. She also enjoys writing Haikus and has contributed to weekly postings of Haiku in Action. Having spent her growing up years in small towns of northern India, currently she lives in Bangalore.