Warming

Leaves hush the walker

treading sunlight shards,

rain down its shrivelled remains

on tapris, gullies and two feet yards.

Sweat surfaces as second skin,

bunching at the back of the neck,

like a hunchback

vanishing at the breeziest affect.

Crows camouflage in shade

when the sun strikes noon,

house lizards, lethargic, settle for seasonal snooze,

mosquitoes tropical pests die in hordes of clapping boom.

And with every pirouette about the sun,

summer's sweltering warmth worsens and grows.

Days become hotter, nights become shorter,

but the walker, ignorant, simply goes with the flow.

The above poem is for the NaPoWriMo2021. Day 16 Prompt: Favourite India-specific season