Each day he comes to us
with a warm welcome
we too offer welcome to him
with much delightment
and respect.
He keeps on moving
second by second
minute by minute
hour by hour.
With him reaching
midway he gets deadly feverish
which affects us even from a distance
and we dare not going
near him.
With him crossing the
midway hurdle
the mercury level goes
down automatically.
With him wearing an ochre rob
reaching the
sea he turns totally
cured
bids adieu to us for
the day
and takes a dip in the
sea, a prolonged dip
that is
and
somebody spreads
dusky blanket over us.
Then onwards we start
awaiting his arrival
the next day in silvery white
with his wide-smile and shining
eyes.
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