On a dark, dreary cold night,
I sat behind the heater and recalled,
Some good old memories of those warm summers.
Summers, which are so lovable, yet so underrated,
But on these cold days, you know,
Those days seem to be like heaven.
When you wandered around freely,
In your short Bermudas and your favorite tee,
Without a load of those hefty woolens.

Those days will be back when,
You’ll be wandering around in your bicycle,
And get back home, drenched in your own sweat.
When your mom filled your glasses with chilled Rasna,
And you, asking for extra ice.

Those mustard fields that mark the coming of,
The warm and serene summer.
When you start planning the trips,
Trips that never really happen.
Days, when everything brightens up,
With a sunny glow.

Those days will be back again.
So this time, let’s adore them all,
Not in these cold winters,
But in the summer itself.