A photo of the Thar Desert, Rajasthan, India‘A North Indian Summer’ by Rohini Sunderam The Society March 11, 2022 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 19 Comments . A North Indian Summer They ask of me to write a sonnet fine In praise of Summer and her pretty dress, But I hail from a place of different clime Where Summer’s heat knows best how to oppress. She raises up the dust from Rajasthan And like a warrior princess she rides hard, Across the northern plains of Hindustan Her wild-haired, wild-eyed, visage scares this bard. The fevered breezes that she raises fly Before her, searing grain and grass and trees. Her scimitar’s a blazing sun raised high And Life must bow to her desire or cease. But when Queen Summer’s raging reign has run Fresh Monsoon comes to heal the hurt she’s done. . . Rohini Sunderam is author of Corpoetry – Desert Flower – Five Lives One Day in Bahrain published by Ex-L-Ence Publishing. She is a Canadian of Indian origin, and a semi-retired advertising copywriter. Find out more about her on her blog or on Amazon. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 19 Responses Cyrus Vesuvala March 11, 2022 Brilliant, Rohini. Enjoyed the read! Reply Rohini March 11, 2022 Thank you, Cyrus. Reply jd March 11, 2022 I did too, Rohini. Very well done. Reply Rohini March 11, 2022 Thank you, too JD, I’m trying to guess who you are. Reply Paul Freeman March 11, 2022 Well personified – a vivid visualisation of summer. Thanks for the read, Rohini. Reply Rohini March 11, 2022 Thank you, Paul, for reading and commenting. Reply Joseph S. Salemi March 11, 2022 People who have not been to India cannot understand the sheer blistering fury of the hot season. Kipling was especially good at describing what happens to visitors who foolishly think that the weather will just be warm and pleasant. Remember the song lyrics: “Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun.” Reply Rohini March 11, 2022 Thank you, Joseph. Yes Kipling knew that relentless heat. Reply Margaret Coats March 11, 2022 A fine sonnet indeed, Rohini. The fierce images in the second and third quatrains absolutely overwhelm the notion of Summer’s “pretty dress” mentioned in the first. The couplet effectively demonstrates how the turn of a Shakespearean-form sonnet can come at the very end. Excellent seasonal piece! Reply joylennick March 11, 2022 Such beautiful imagery Rohini. I loved it. Here’s a simple one from me: ARBOREAL BRIDES A dozen arboreal snow maidens grace our concrete street: like virginal brides, some blushing, confetti at their feet. Shivering in the late Spring breeze, genuflecting in the icy freeze they bravely bear Mother Nature’s whims, and to beauty, all are hymns. Love Joy xx Reply Rohini March 11, 2022 Thank you, Joy and for your lovely poem too Reply Tonia Kalouria March 11, 2022 Enjoyed both subject and execution having endured Punjabi summer. Lovely. Reply Rohini March 11, 2022 Thank you, Tonia! Reply Neena Macedo March 12, 2022 Loved your verses Rohini such sensitive imagery Reply Rohini March 12, 2022 Thank you, Neena. I am thrilled that you like it Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant March 12, 2022 I love this personification of “A North Indian Summer”. I particularly like the strong imagery and the humour in the second stanza and the heat-quenching salvation of the closing couplet. I can wholly relate to every word, being a cool-skinned British woman moving to the fevered heat of Texas. A beautifully composed, highly entertaining poem that speaks to my heart. Thank you, Rohini. Reply Rohini March 12, 2022 As a great admirer of your poetic ability, I am utterly thrilled with your comments. Thank you so much! Reply Tamara Beryl Latham March 18, 2022 Rohini, if you believe India’s heat is overwhelming you should try Australia and her rainy season, with a significant emphasis on chain and pencil lightning. When I was a little girl I had blisters (my mother called it prickly heat) all over my face, arms and legs from the heat. As a result, I hate hot weather to this day. You’ve created a garden of visuals in your sonnet with flowers (interspersed between quatrains) that are representative of fiery summers and monsoon cool-downs. Thanks for sharing. 🙂 Reply Rohini March 31, 2022 Thank you, Tamara. I haven’t experienced an Australian summer, but I am in India now and memories of prickly heat are itching on my arms haha Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.