Razor yellow slicing the blue,
Licking my cheek, a drop of rain
Colours of paper exchanging hands,
To the drum-like jingles of sugarcane.
The palpable warmth is bid goodbye,
When liquid music sweetens lips o’ mine,
The sweeter the kiss, the lesser the pain-
Crippling shackles of summer reigns.
Another drop, cheeks raspberry red
A sweet-sour stream trickles down,
The greater the gush, the lighter my head
It wasn’t rain- but beady brows.
Drenched in crippling summer reigns,
The sugar flooding a drought-like thirst,
I let the seasons loose again,
To be trapped later- by poetic verse.
Shivank Sarin: Like chocolate sprinkles on dessert, poetry and music have added excitement and sweetness to my life. I’m technically 18, but to me, age acts as no barrier towards being cynical or insightful. I’m notorious for my gluttonous appetite and even skipping social gatherings just to attend music lessons. I’m a first-year student studying Economics at Ashoka University, where I hope to further develop my musical, literary as well as professional abilities. Would love to here from you at-shivanksarin98@gmail.com