Pune sings a summer song

I have been forced to stop my post-lunch-walks. We used to walk in the wind – among the dancing blossoms – blissfully oblivious for a few moments to the reality of  the next bend in the road (where invariably, the office building would appear). Alas it’s now too angry and sunny to walk in the afternoon.

That is why when a neighbourhood bougainvillea plant came up to sing a sad song, I was all ears. Here’s what she said:

“The wind nor the thrush –
in invitation blush.
the end-season bash,
would it be hush-hush?

Gorgeous isn’t my red?
…dying to wed.
many stare entranced,
when lovers bite in bed.

Spring had almond eyes –
a regular surprise.
I’d seduce with white dew,
and he’d embrace for a prize.

But now he’s playing curt –
in his adieu-shirt.
Summer can’t be my man,
though he’s begun to flirt.”

— quoted verbatim from the song of the elaborate reddish-pink bougainvillea in my locality.

Though I am party to her woe in how spring is bidding a hurried goodbye, summer does have other charms.

Welcome Summer!

Enjoy your stay in Pune and bring us delicious mangoes to munch. 😀

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