June Poem by Dharinee Bapat

June always came with
A new school bag
Brown paper and pencil boxes
Hot bath water and raincoats
Making it to school on wet roads

We began writing
On the first pages of our notebooks
And it rained for the first time
On our school play ground
It was always this time around

We always managed to make more space
For the wet raincoats and umbrellas to dry
And tried really hard so there was no space
For the rain drops our books to try
Still if homework had been 'washed in rain'
We 'forgot it' at home by the window pane

June.. we wrote so neatly
Because the rain bird sang so sweetly
Some long time back
When June came with a new school bag.