The Wait


 


The Wait

The month of March:
Holding lovely spring's hand, 
Creeps ever closer— 
The unbearable warmth. 
  
  You can't wait, 
  For the coming season to pass by. 
  The thought of the dreadful heat, 
  Makes you sweat anxiously. 

The month of April:
Warm, humid,
Punctuated with tired faces,
And garishly bright sunlight.

 You wait for a cool breeze, 
 You pitiable fool! 
 The wind of the season, 
 Comes from the burning stars. 

The month of May:
The ball of fire, 
Burns ablaze, 
It wants to set everything on fire. 

  You wait for a storm,
  To engulf the fire. 
  Behold! Momentary relief! 
  At the cost of a hundred lives. 

The month of June:
Spent away, 
Watching the sky, 
For a hint of gray. 

  Instead there's only, 
  Blue : bright and unforgiving. 
  The beautiful colour becomes, 
  Fuel for nightmares. 
  
The season of waiting, 
Waiting and wishing:
Desperate wish to survive, 
This seemingly unending wait. 

  The four months, 
  Here, in this tropical country, 
  Bear suffering not beauty. 
  No colourful lense can mask that. 


Author's thoughts:

Summer has always been my least favorite season. However, there is an abundance of English poems celebrating the glory of this season, written in the Western countries where summer is one of the most pleasant times of the year. The Wait is written from a purely Indian perspective highlighting the struggles of summer in the tropical country. I couldn't help but apply a pessimistic filter on the poem since summer in this country is hot and sweaty, punctuated with heat waves and the terrible loo ( strong, dusty, hot and dry summer wind). Droughts, occurring in summer, are deadly to the Indian population which is heavily dependent on agriculture. Heat strokes are not uncommon; studies reveal that more than 6000 people died in India from 2010-2018 due to heat strokes. Summertime is also the time of the storms to rampage on the country claiming lives of so many people. All in all, summer is a pretty terrible time to be in most parts of India. The Wait is a creative complaint against the season I most hate and as such is quite personal to me. If my readers agree in sentiment, that is an added bonus.

 

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