Agantuk's Desk – Explore, Implore, Reverberate

There’s something about June.
The way she dresses night and noon,
of sultry garnishes and drowsing rain by the day.
celestial events peeping behind the clouds in the evening sky,
whispering of unrelinquishing love of a summer lad and a winter lass.

There’s something about June.
The ways she speaks of a danger in loom,
of torrential rains and inundated plains.

There’s something about June.
The way she whistles night and noon,
of monologues of musical ballads of a lost traveler.

There’s something about June,
Which makes you write even in gloom.
There’s something about June
Which reminds of Frost on a monsoon afternoon.