Dip your toes in chilly waters
Watch them wrinkle, stark snow white
Relentless sun chars our tired brown faces
In the peak of summer, there’s no respite.
Sweat drips from every brow in the kitchen
A mighty effort for a meal so light
Icecream, the solace for us poor children
Add some mango for pure delight!
Our precious plants at the window wither
When will rains anoint their shriveled leaves?
Oh lets not think of monsoons in April,
Let the seasons change when they will.
Where is home?
The place you stay in
Or the one you visit
Is it a loved one’s arms
Or a corner of their heart?
A bowl of mutton stew
With soft fluffy appams
The scent of jasmine
On a dewy monsoon morning
Squishy mangoes in summer
Angry ants in their leaf nests
Home is in the memories
The ones you turn into a poem
When you’re thirty and wonder
Where is it that I really fit in?
Cotton ball gray clouds
Build some drama with the breeze,
Such a dreadful tease.
They seem to threaten
Pitter patter like waves crash
Fall monsoon glory.
This style of poetry is known as a Shadorma. It is of Spanish origin, made up of six-line stanzas with the syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5 for a total of 26 syllables. Here, I have written two correlated shadormas 🙂
Hope you enjoyed it and see you tomorrow!