It's the fag end of May
And unbearably hot
And when living in Bombay
I'm gonna sweat, whether I want to or not...
For no matter where I go
I can't escape the heat
Air-conditioning is the Nirvana I know
But locked indoors, how long do you think myself I can keep?
And then once outdoors
At the humidity I hurl abuse
Important work or small chores
I'd avoid them all, if I could so choose!
But hey, I'm still smiling
And I'm happily bearing the discomfort at noon
For every cloud has a silver lining
And this one ends with the arrival of my beloved monsoon!