shunning senses to the midday heat,
ruining eyes to the june sun, they say
its nice to find a shade,
a tree, a precursor to abetting crimes.
and midway a phone call frightens you,
to see something dull, coarse - you cannot absorb.
and then again the dejavu slips,
off your lap and you see it an omen.
but is there a way to find,
© Rajat Mahajan. 2010