Summer In July

In month of July summer burns at its peak Not a cloud of relief to escape from heat In dusty sky fiery sun holds like an angry Titan The earth in contempt and every thing it upon Ocean boils in tears, the river bed in cracked trellis Earth's brown breast crusted with pain Yet endurance runs in all its veins Her milky nectar flows from snowy mountains Her ocher green dress vouching for her vitality The trees laden with ripe and sumptuous fruits Nurture all in gratis and plenty to replenish Weary dusk arrives to calm the burning sun Stygian night puts the lover's quarrel behind Rising moon drops down some stiff beams. At distance a memory crosses the seven seas I see my mother in courtyard round and plump Cutting the watermelon equally round and firm I think of my stout grand father holding my hand Walking in dry orchard eying the best cantaloupe Later sitting by tube well in a shady mango grove Eating juicy fresh fruit with my bare little hands Water cooled wind stroking the sweaty forehead Back home it is corn on grill and lemon rind Children's laughter and homemade ice cream Drinking cold water poured from earthen pot In warm humid nights a court yard full of cots This is the memory of my grandfather's home There sun is hot but hearts beat in unison.