Under the green heavens of a neem tree
Well-armed with a glass of cool buttermilk
In my grandma’s backyard, in an old string cot
I sit back to enjoy this typical summer afternoon

The coconut trees bask lazily in the sun
Gently fondled by the occasional breeze
That dry breeze laden with the smell of mangoes
Those hang on the bowers ripening slowly!

Two crows, some sparrows and a little squirrel
Aided by the rustle of leaves
Conduct a symphony! so subtle, so sweet
A web of timeless peace it weaves!

I forget the endless traffic out there
I forget the tiresome monotonous life
Heartbreaks and misunderstandings fade into a mere oblivion
I feel so content, so relaxed, and so free…

The cruel heat of the summer sun
Tamed to a warm, soothing caress by the neem tree
Make me close my drowsy eyes
And drift away into a pleasant sleep!