Pune sings a summer song

The miffed bougainvillea

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 ofΒ  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. πŸ˜€


22 thoughts on “Pune sings a summer song

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  3. same here.. spring is gone. 😦
    but at least it is better than the 24 hour season cycles that we used to have it here in Bangalore. Summer indeed has its charm too if you wish to enjoy.
    Rightly said it is time for Mangos. It is time of the season of aroma of moist earth at twilight when the garden sprinklers come out. It is time to savor the cold breeze after a sweaty hectic day. It is time of warning the sun glasses and the hat that had been waiting for too long in the cupboard.

    • Pune has a 24-hour season too. But we have strange fluctuations this year. We had quite a winter and now a hot summer. Feels strange.

      Oh I loved that summery description! The wet earth aroma remains an eternal favourite… and so is the charm of a summer evening. You made me look forward to it even more… πŸ˜€

    • Hey Ladynimue πŸ™‚
      Delighted you liked the poem… ha ha glad you liked the name as well. It has an interesting history.

      Thanks a lot for dropping by… πŸ˜€

  4. I don’t agree. I want summer to come. Can’t wait for it. What with all the cold and rain here.

    Well I would not even mind the spring. If only the winter went away πŸ˜₯

    • Oops. I will pray for you then.:D
      I am an avid winter lover so I feel I can never tire of it – but then we don’t get ice and snow and hail. And even without them, I can see how winter can get tiring after too long.

  5. Oyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee stoppp moaning think of us lot who are still waiting for SPRING t ocome and then hopefully summers too and This yeah it may last more than a WEEK πŸ™‚

    lovely flower the pic.. WE had a tree right in front of our house in chandigarh and it goes ALLL YELLLOW


    • Ha ha sorry sorry, I can understand your plight. I hope you have a whole fortnight of summer this year around. πŸ™‚

      Ah Chandigarh! It’s been a while since I went there – such a beautiful city. Glad you liked the pic!

  6. gosh, I so agree with that blossom.. I don’t want summer to come πŸ˜› its only March and already temperatures are soaring! Can’t imagine going for a post-lunch walk in office campus also Deboshree!

    Nice poem πŸ™‚ liked the rhyme..

    • Ditto. It’s only March! I tell myself that everyday and I gape in surprise. This global warming thing is really one sly foe.
      Thanks Vinay.. πŸ™‚ and that was quick. πŸ™‚

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