What do I see

The kind of heat that doesn't have a bite

its red, it's hot, it's totally white

drier than fire

with an effulgence glare

yet

once you're indoors

under a fan in shadows of drawn curtains

clad in crisp cool cotton

there's none a stress to bear

not a drop of moisture

in the breathtaking clean air

like an ocean vast it's blue above

and sun kissed yellow lies below

with a few drops of summer trees

the babool kinds..that fit this scenery

in an odd geographical location 

of plentiful plains

odd vegetation terrain

shrubs and mazes of grass

sapling and teak trees

and rocky grounds galore

mud that resembles golden brass

oh and black cotton soil

all around

my view isn't much..

just scatterings of mud and splotches of green 

in the middle of nowhere of the middle of nowhere

kinda like an absent minded submarine 

but instead of water

there's air

in this arid jungle of thistle and woe 

and mud and rocks that look rusted yellow

we don't have neighbours knocking on doors for sugar to spare 

the nearest beauty salon is miles from nowhere

but there are lakes

so many so vast so close

what do I care

it's hot outside but cool inside

and washed hair feels luxurious

for there's no dust

no layers of sooty smut

the whites look white

the green looks green

the hot solar flare

disguised as breezy air

is breathtakingly clean.