When the evening sun shines red on the wall
the tropical summer calls.
and I see you leaning against the railing in gloom,
the windows and doors unbolted, thrown wide open.
the windows and doors unbolted, thrown wide open.
The tropical summer calls.
trying to recall the last sung call of the tune.
With the taste of tamarind on my tongue
and the breath of salty sea in the lung
I rush to the shade of the austere home
where all the children still roam
with kites and balloons in the silvery sand
With the sun going down they rush back home
from the sea where they saw the end of a day
where the last summer halted. With dust gathered on the soles of the shoes,trying to recall the last sung call of the tune.
With the taste of tamarind on my tongue
and the breath of salty sea in the lung
I rush to the shade of the austere home
where all the children still roam
with kites and balloons in the silvery sand
With the sun going down they rush back home
from the sea where they saw the end of a day
untidy, they come back and mess up the room, .
The walls still catch the reddening sun,
the days are forever, and are still on the run
as we make peace with time.
(c) Sushama Karnik
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the days are forever, and are still on the run
as we make peace with time.
(c) Sushama Karnik
The image was shared by Hector Merced on G+
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