A Different Summer #NaPoWriMo In the scorching sun of heated May The worker and the kids made their way. It was such a different summer of 2020. The lonely roads where the coconuts and watermelons were once seen merry making. The migrants walked miles to get their share of pay. The sweating shirt had a different story to say. The ice cream vendors are no more visible in the quiet streets . Its a difficult summer , it's a different summer.