Summer in Chennai

Has summer arrived?

Someone on chat asked

From some place far away,

Where summer arrives every year.

In here, I said,

Summer arrived in time immemorial.

Period.

It plays variations like batik print.

But always, like thin batik shirts,

Sticks to the skin

And traces ungainly contours.

When some of us here smile

For no reason,

Eternal summer's wet embraces are to blame.