Waiting For Winters

I drew a Gulmuhar petal
It set my scrapbook on fire...

I was just waiting for a winter
That lost its way
In the knotted bylanes
Of a twisted city
Trapped in air conditioning vents.

The sun is a harsh barbarian
And the North wind,
Now a gentleman!

Both Gulmuhar and Amaltas tried hard
But could not burn down the summer.
The zephyr needs some air conditioning as well...
My winter withered
Like the summer flowers.