15 minutes since he placed the order
“Bhaiyya ek Orange Dena.”
He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it
To feel the chill,
All the way from his tongue to toes.
“30 rupiya”, said bhaiyya,
Handing him a glass of orange ice gola
Finally, he got his favourite summer treat
Or let’s say, Retreat.
He dipped the ice shaving,
Deep into the orange Sherbet
All the way, till where the glass ended
And took a long chuski,
Relishing the orange clad ice
With every sip, with every bite,
Feeling the joy of summer
“Bhaiyya thoda aur sherbet milega?” he asked
The flavour making him go, aahhh!
Savouring each chuski,
Happiness reflecting in his smile,
Captured like a piece of art,
Between the luscious Orange Frame