JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS

JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS

It was in April, hot and dry,

In the quiet and calm suburb of Chennai,

A beautiful day! Unusual it was.

The air was crisp and chill, after a night full of rain.

The climate is naughty, during that time of the year.

Sometimes it surprises with a quick beautiful shower.

Breaking the hot humid summer days,

And gives a fresh lease of spring for just a day.

It’s just one of those beautiful days, I thought

As I woke in the morning to the smell of fresh earth,

I remembered this beautiful poem, I read in High School

‘Rain in summer’ by H. W. Longfellow.

It was the 15^th of April, the ides of April I guess,

Had there been a soothsayer to warn me too?

I would never had woke up from the bed,

But then I would not have written this too.

We were seven of us altogether,

Me, and my close buddies from high school

We wanted to enjoy the beautiful day,

And make it, just one of those memorable days.

The drive was towards the beach,

To drink and to celebrate, as never before.

The sea was roaring, reflecting our spirits.

And the sand it brought, was kissing us through.

The swim was over, and there was sand all over,

All we wanted was just a wash to clean the sand,

So we drove again, to a nearby pool,

Just to have a drink, and to clean up in fresh water.

We jumped in together, the seven of us,

But five minutes later, we found out,

That we were just six of us,

And the seventh man, had decided not to come out with us.

Never had we realized then,

That he had left us for good, never to return.

For when his body was picked up,

It was just a few pounds of flesh, and not him.

Nobody knew what happened under the water,

It remains a mystery till this day, but I know one thing for sure,

It will remain in my heart forever,

As just one of those days, I never want to live again.

~Deep~

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