The temperatures are soaring
The weather is so boring!
Ceiling fans don't stand a chance
Nor is the season apt for romance
The deadly heat gonna kill us it seems
The month of May is no way
To get rid of it by any
means!
The thirst never quenching
The humidity unending!
When nothing else seems to be the answer
And Nimbu paani is the ultimate saviour!
With the elections gone
Load shedding is once again on!
Always the one to get step motherly treatment
The suburbs cry for some timely betterment!
When the sun dares you to come out of your comfort
zone
The sticky dirty clothes make u moan!
The Air conditioners achieve God-like status
The bathroom showers seem to be comforters emeritus!
With all this garmi giving so much
of pain
And the haapus marketing getting
all the gain
People feel pinched, people feel burnt
With everyone around tanned,the aam junta learnt
Its not just the season
But the scenario which is the reason...
From the dance of democracy
To the ruins of bureaucracy
Everything seems worse than global warming
Its the pockets, the hearts that are burning
And not just people's skin!
Surely to cure all this we need a jin!!
For me the jin is the magical monsoon
Like an oasis in the dusty sand-dune!
The cool breeze, the wet soil...
Which makes all the bitter feelings recoil
Transforms the political wave
Makes everyone behave...
Transcends the soul,
Makes every heart go rock and roll!
When kanda-bhaji and a cup of chai
Is all that you need to get high!
The monsoons come with their own set of problems
But nonetheless the mother earth blossoms
With all the groaning toads coming out of
hibernation
But some lovely chirpy birds coming too to your
location
The puddles of water aamchi mumbai is
famous for
And it wont get cured even this year i am sure
But this lightening, the thunderstorm
Lets you stand and stare
Makes you warm...
And ends the deadly garmi nightmare!
Simply gives a much needed break to mumbaikars
Who are otherwise all time busy workers
All the greenery, all the heavy showers
Rejuvenates all your superpowers!!
The garmi ki ghamodiya get washed
away
Keeps all your sour mood swings at bay!
Such is the charm of the monsoons
Takes away all the fear of sunny afternoons!
So these horrible summers are hated!
And the lovely rains are awaited!!
Lol! The tragedy actually well put in comedy! Way to go lady <3 <3
ReplyDeleteThankieees goral :* :* (srry 4 d late reply...gustakhi maaf ho :P )
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