Into the blazing earth of the hot months,
Chaitra and Baisakh,
When heat soars up,
It burns
And blazes,
I find the evenings and nights
Fragrant with
The jasmines,
The cuckoos cooing from sweetly
From the boughs and bushes,
The clusters of flowers.
The blazing earth unable when to walk bare-footed,
The cuckoos cooing sweetly from
The shades
Of the trees,
Tuning the songs
To captivate
Any passer-by,
The gulmohar blossoms
Florid and ornate
Hanging in bunches
Attracting it all.
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