Chaitra/ It Maddens Me

Chaitra Blazing hot of, Scorching sun of Chaitra When the earth parches, cracks and dries With fissures to be seen, The hot loo blows it, Days seem to be longer And never-ending And the sunlight falling directly, We feel it restless, Wanting to quench thirst With cool water, Waiting for the rains to burst upon. It Maddens Me When the sweet scent coming From the flowering Tall-tall, old shaal trees ruffle it With the playful summer winds Scattering it over the pollen and the scent With the dy leaves fluttering and falling to scatter around And the new glistening leaves coming out. Cashew nut small-small trees in blossom Ruffling me with a strong smell So maddening and redolent And the shirish trees with tenderly magical blooms Light green yellowish and white and pink-hued varieties.