Summer always full of nancy drew and mango,
Yet the palate of my appetite always hollow.
Everyone busy with their own sweet siesta,
Sleep wasn't in my syllabus not in my data.
My ears on high alert for the ice-lolly cart.
For my tiny self opening latch difficult part.
Lost in the murky shadow of stormy fortune,
My fifty rupees from grandma was immune.
Tranquil breezless abundance cerulean clade,
Beautified with sparkling pretty diamond studs.
Star gazing midnight kulfi with crazy riddles,
Fragments of my nostalgia all framed in giggles.
