Thursday 21 May 2015

Summer in India

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Mango aroma and green flies

Sweltering summer’s thawing smiles

Liquid fire flowing through kyles

We slowly melt as winter dies

 

Nightly fragrance of white bloom flies

Riding the crest of wind for miles

Mango aroma and green flies

Sweltering summer’s thawing smiles


 Disgruntled humans supine lie

Prickly heat’s torture making all rile

Poor sun turns up as the most vile

The loo’s* made of sapiens’ sigh

Liquid fire flowing through kyles

We slowly melt as winter dies

 

 

* The Loo (Hindi: लू, Urdu: لو, Punjabi: ਲੂ) is a strong, hot and dry summer afternoon wind from the west which blows over the western Indo-Gangetic Plain region of North India and Pakistan.[1] It is especially strong in the months of May and June. Due to its very high temperatures (45 °C–50 °C or 115°F-120°F), exposure to it often leads to fatal heatstrokes. Source: Wikipedia

 

 


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48 comments:

  1. Your words make the dry harsh summer a beautiful place.

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  2. Oh this sounds so much like summer is nothing to wish for in India.. I had to smile at the word loo... with it's meaning in British English (this has to lead to confusion)...

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    1. so i gave a little note from wikipedia :D

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  3. This is a beautifully written poem, for all that I despise the heat!

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  4. Beautifully starting like a haiku, the melting becoming more fierce, but pulls within me a love of India and my Indian friends. Great verse - as always.

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  5. Ouch, fierce summer indeed - although the scent of mango nearly had me waxing lyrical about this! That's what I dislike about summer in Greece or Romania as well - that constant feeling of stickiness and too exhausted to do anything during the day.

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  6. Whew, I can really feel the heat in this poem, Sumana. Interesting how the season I look forward to is the season you dread. I know I would hate those green flies though!

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  7. I am not a fan of heat, to say the lest, yet I enjoyed the way you made us see, smell and feel that heat. "We slowly melt as winter dies" - my favorite line in your poem.

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  8. The sigh of the wind. It is little relief from the heat but. You have cast an interesting snapshot of summer in India. Here all the bodies gather around any water hole they can to find relief.

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  9. Sweltering hot summer unveiled well!

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  10. Phew.... sweated some more just reading about it.. :)

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  11. I had to look up "kyles" too.
    Having lived in India and Pakistan (the Punjab), I knew "Loo".
    I loved your images and description.

    But since you said on my blog: "I second Gabriella…" who only said my poem was about feces, without further thoughts. Let me say sometimes over rhyming for rhyming sake can sacrifice the potential beauty of a poem.

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    1. I actually tried a roundel with a twist at the end :)

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  12. Sweltering, heavy, honied delirium, for sure. As an asthmatic, I do not fare well with too much heat or cold; and yet we take summer road trips into the American Southwest where temps soar way over a 100 F, so hey, I feel this poem viscerally,

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  13. I felt like I was there ... and didn't want to be. :) Well done!

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  14. Not being a fan of heat, I had to fan myself while reading. the heat in this area is soooo humid and sticky. Thankfully we do not have the loos here. The rhyme scheme is excellent and adds much to this piece.

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  15. No question about it, you've really captured the heat--and its effect on man,in general. Good rhythm and rhyme as well.

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  16. I love the repeating chorus ... mango aroma and green flies ... fills up my senses.

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  17. Ah.. the heat in India of windows with no
    air conditioners.. is certainly a humid
    steaming treat.. in Florida days of
    swelter too.. as AC pleases..
    but what i find
    is to stand the heat is to appreciate
    the cool of Summer night.. as
    well as flowering smells of
    living life.. and it takes
    a Hurricane named Ivan
    to provide that living lesson..:)

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  18. Wow. How sticky and uncomfortable! I guess summer isn't always fun and games. Really well-written.

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  19. I am sorry! My English is not good enough. I have no idea what you are aiming at. :-(

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  20. That mango aroma has spread nicely across the entire piece - and balances out the discomfort of summer too :)

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  21. The mango aroma sounds heavenly but the fatal heatstrokes from the high temperatures sounds hellish!!!

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  22. I like temperatures up to about 25 degrees C...so I would not do well with those high temps...I WOULD love to visit your country some day though!

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  23. Oh Sumana... you reminded me of Summer in my homeland! How I wish to devour some mangoes right now :D

    Love love love this poem! :D
    xoxo

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  24. Of course it is not only the temperature but the humidity that saps the energy from us. Sweltering summer certainly thaws the smiles from our faces as they drip from us. Beautifully descriptive Sumana.

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  25. That heat feels oppressive and testing..although the smells and hope of perhaps feeling that cool water brings it alive and something to be marvelled over..

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  26. Heat and flies and melting flesh ... "The loo’s* made of sapiens’ sigh" ... that's a lot of sighing while supine. ssssss. Wow, you made me fill it through today's chill.

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  27. A similar summer I experienced in Arizona going to college...the heat and humidity deadly....zapping all energy, all moisture....beautifully written!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  28. Beautiful and dangerous mingle together in well balanced poem...Love how the poem found a reflection in the art.

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  29. "Liquid fire flowing through kyles
    We slowly melt as winter dies"

    Beautiful and spot on! Summers in India are always on the extreme side.

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  30. I can feel that hot dry wind in your words......I liked the repeated lines, like a mini-pantoum.

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  31. Sumana,

    Reminds me of many continental holidays, especially when camping and when there was no relief from the summer heat. My goodness, right now we'd love just a few degrees of warmth, as May moves along with more rain and gloom!
    Eileen

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  32. Hi Sumana, thanks for the enlightenment. always learning new things from your poetry every midweek and sunday. good day to you!

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  33. i have never been to india...but this poem totally drew me into the atmosphere of your summery homeland. every single word is beautiful. sounds like such a lovely place.

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  34. You make the sweltering heat palpable with your words. Not sure I'd like to experience that, though it gets pretty hot where I live too.

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  35. its hot hot here as well, my mango tree was cut down a while now but i can still smell the ripe fruit fruit half eaten by the birds as the wind passes, only in memory though, your poem did a littlle stirring

    have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  36. I like all the sensual, summerly scents and colours in the poem.

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  37. Good thing you clarified 'loo, Sumana. Never knew summer could be so severe. Great lines!

    Hank

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  38. I can sense the slowness, the oppressive heat, the lethargy.

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  39. Your poem appeals to all the senses - I feel the heat on my own skin in these Autumn days of the south.

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  40. I am glad I do not experience such heat.

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  41. The sun is like that - great write.
    Anna :o]

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  42. Whew! What a superb poem! Enchanting and evocative!

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