September

Rains and more rains,
Mold in the pickle jar,
White coral mushroom on the rotting plank,
Potatoes with spikey sprouts,
Baby frogs everywhere, 
Lots of nests in the trees and plants, 
The sky laden with flying insects,
Well-fed serpents and croaky long-limbed toads, 
Thickly overgrown trees and promiscuous creepers,
The air with a musty smell,
The railings more rusty,
The sky just a cloudy canvas,
Hot teas and spicy pakoras,
Smiles,
Gossips,
Love and loss in the season of moss, 
Well-bathed caravan looking to sneak in 
and take a shelter in the autumnal camp,
Well, it has been too damp,
Welcome now the sunny lamp.