When the summer disappears slowly and autumn comes calling, I go through an entire range of emotions. This poem was written on one such evening when I could feel the disappearance of summer. What do you feel when summer disappears?

And just like that the summer disappeared

Out of the cracked green window sill

Beyond the red tiled house with a golden door

Somewhere behind the apple laden mountains

Into the dense dark horizon

The summer disappeared

-Armaan