Seasons - Summer Poem by Shankaran Kutty

The sun shines like a goblet of fire
His heat batters the earth like venting his ire
But for me the exams are out of the way
So it is time with friends, to go out and play

The land is parched and thirsty for a drop
Of water to cool its hard baked top
In the summer heat, the people do fret
It is hot and humid, and they are drenched in sweat


No one ventures out without a reason
So hot and fiery is the summer season
Ice cream vendors have their day
Small cool drinks shops line each way

As schools are closed for summer break
Long travel plans do some parents make
Some folks travel to hill stations far
Ooty, Shimla or Mahabaleshwar

As the people eagerly wait
For the summer heat to one day abate
And schools reopen on the first of June
With open joy we welcome the monsoon

It doesn’t rain, but simply pours
For week on week, the rain holds its course
The land that was heated like a hearth
The monsoon comes and cools the earth