An Indian Afternoon

Beneath the air heavy with the hum of bees,

Laziness, a new pandemic, whispers through the trees.
People retreat to the darkness, a quiet Earthly fold,
For the oppressor stands high in the sky, where tales weave both life and misery.

Animals lay, adorned in the cool mud's embrace,
As people seek solace in the cool hut's grace.
In the heart of the day, a hot summer's tune,
She goes, riding on her bicycle beneath the sunlit dune.

Her bell rings loud, echoing through the air,
Children playing by the riverbanks, a joyous affair.
The paanwalla fans with a banana leaf's gentle trace,
Sweat pours like a waterfall, a fervent embrace.

Village elders gather, under the mud roof's shade,
Empty ghadas refilled, a ritual displayed.
Nature and life entwined, a vibrant symphony,
On this hot summer afternoon, in sweet harmony.