Summer Time
The house was quiet
The summer time
Grandma's wrinkled face
her eyes on the kantha
her hands moved slowly
with the needle
sitting in the corner of the verandah
the hot winds were of no respite
waiting for the sunset
little girl's admiring eyes
watching her grandma
you have beautiful curly hair
just like the cloud
she smiled at the child
her eyes full dreams
I will buy you a red sari
a small tikli on your forehead
you will look like a princess
summer time is never like before
those touches
those smiles are lost
in the comfort of AC and cooler
