The orangish tinge of lime fruits in the orchard
Tripped through my tongue tip,
Like a streak of bitter-sweet-sour thought just taking a
Glimpse through my wandering mind.
And the morning, an unusual dew filled the air,
Engulfing the space with a snowy coolness, and a gush
Of mild wind just stroking my hair like someone
Patting me down to sleep.
Somehow, time did not want to move, and pace forward
To see a pricking summer noon, and it stood still
In the morning dew, not wanting to drip the coolness in the air,
Like a child clinging on to his mother’s hand, not letting her go.
The mist in the air, once again swept the fragrance, and
I smiled at its happiness and joy, like an unexpected visitor
On a summer day, somehow, I wanting the summer mist to stay,
and not sway away and melt into the scorch of the heat, of the summer sun.