Rukma Banerjee

Calcutta, India

Summer came...

Summer came,
and stayed,
and I was dark, vital,
majestic and strong,
life pumped hard in all of my veins,
and I was the most alive.

I took his gifts without thought,
took the pleasure offered, easily,
the heat in the night, the passion, and joy,
never thinking of the price,
never acknowledging, the bill,
that would come the day,
Summer left...
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