by Lungmying Lepcha
the whisp of summer air
smell of diesel between the congested road
the last bit of sun setting
hot beads of sweat tickling down the neck
and the long summer talks
of the wish to go back
grab a cup of ice water
sinking on a chair
near the balcony
with a plate of hot samosas
and ranting about the heat
which seems
unbearable for the hills
the cool breeze awaits to cover the town with its blanket
at night
the sudden signs of rain
thunder clashes it
only to find
a bright day the next morning
the sweaty white shirt which stiffens and the cool lemon drink from the dusty shop with the only fridge
folks crowd around for the cold fridge drink
munching over
the leaves sway with dryness yet green
it’s not sunny sometimes yet
the heat never leaves
© Lungmying Lepcha
Lungmying Lepcha (she/her) is a 12th grader hailing from the Himalayan state Sikkim. A poet in progress. She likes to write poetry and bets she can keep you occupied with her stories and poems for the entire day.
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