Indian Summer: A Tryst With Heat And Dust Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Chatra and Baisakh are knocking at my door
To make me feel
What it is like,
Indian summer
When it blazes hot
So full of perspiration,
No respite from the scorching sun
When it is almost a fireball
Shining over,
But there lies only one remedy,
You just sit under the shady tree,
Move into the rocky water layers
To cool you,
The cool shade of the peepul tree,
The banyan tree,
The mango orchard
To gossip and pass time.