IT WAS SUMMER - I CAN'T REMEBER WHICH DAY,
BUT THE EVENING WENT ON, MAYBE WEDNESDAY,
BALMY NIGHT, A BALLOON DRIFTED OVER AND HUNG,
AS THOUGH A SONG WAS FROZEN, NEVER TO BE SUNG;
KODOM SCURRIED AROUND, MOVING FREELY WITHOUT A SOUND,
LIKE A BREATH OF AIR, TRANSIENT, A THEATRE IN THE ROUND,
I THOUGHT OF LANZERAC BUT I DIDN'T NEED IT ANY MORE,
IT WAS GONE, STRANGELY BETTER LIKE OPENING A NEW DOOR;
SOME HINDI MUSIC TOOK YOU AWAY - JAGIT AND CHITRA
HAD SO MUCH TO SAY, FILLING ALL OF AN ENGLISH SUMMER'S DAY,
THEN THERE WAS FOOD - AN EXTRAVAGANZA FROM THE EAST,
IT GAVE YOU BON HOMIE, A SURPRISE YOU EXPECTED LEAST,
THAT WAS THE KEY, NO NEED TO ASK A CLEVER 'WHY'?
AS LAUGHTER TICKLED THE EDGES OF A FADING SKY.