Summer In July Poem by Savita Tyagi

In month of July summer burns at its peak
Not a cloud of relief to escape from heat
In dusty sky fiery sun holds like an angry Titan
The earth in contempt and every thing it upon
Ocean boils in tears, the river bed in cracked trellis
Earth's brown breast crusted with pain
Yet endurance runs in all its veins
Her milky nectar flows from snowy mountains
Her ocher green dress vouching for her vitality
The trees laden with ripe and sumptuous fruits
Nurture all in gratis and plenty to replenish
Weary dusk arrives to calm the burning sun
Stygian night puts the lover's quarrel behind
Rising moon drops down some stiff beams.

At distance a memory crosses the seven seas
I see my mother in courtyard round and plump
Cutting the watermelon equally round and firm
I think of my stout grand father holding my hand
Walking in dry orchard eying the best cantaloupe
Later sitting by tube well in a shady mango grove
Eating juicy fresh fruit with my bare little hands
Water cooled wind stroking the sweaty forehead
Back home it is corn on grill and lemon rind
Children's laughter and homemade ice cream
Drinking cold water poured from earthen pot
In warm humid nights a court yard full of cots
This is the memory of my grandfather's home
There sun is hot but hearts beat in unison.