Spring in my step Featuring Ashwin Kumar

Bangalore falls into sultry the arms of summer

In an embrace of pink

Pink blushes and cotton-candy intimate whispers

A bit of a public romance

For all to see.

And see, you do.

The secret seductive smile,

The gasp of a lung-shaped bough

Heavy with blossom.

A flash and flounce of pink tulle against a

Blue sky of watered silk.

What else do you do

But dance along,

When a city is quite determined to remind you

That she has a few charms yet, up her sleeve.