Come summer
the sun rages high
the place burns hot
an interlude is on the way
found in the festivals
that abound and rebound.
To beat the heat
the people indulge in celebrations
seek a relief in the rituals
as mirth and rejoice divert
the strain of the scorching sun.
The festivals are colourful
with people attired in their best
the deities adorned with jewels
move in a procession with illumination
the devotees following the chariots
chanting with piety 
Meenas Poems 