I cut the sun into small pieces
trim its brightness, strip its saturation,
marinate it with some lemon juice
for the laburnums to show up.
Inside the glass: a hot summer’s sky
and some plain soda to heal your acids
soaked in a citric love, sometimes green
then orange, sometimes yellow
melting onto each other
until they all start longing for some ice.
Goirick Brahmachari lives in New Delhi. He hails from Silchar, Assam.
His poems and articles have appeared in various journals and