Sherbet, Indian Sherbet, Give Me To Beat The Summer, Cheaper Indian Sherbet, Not Costly Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sherbet,
Indian sherbet,
You give me
To beat the summer
Ruffling it all,
Baffling us,
No respite from it,
No relief
From intensive heat and summer,
Perspiration and sweating,
Tiredness and thirst,
Heat and dust
When the hot winds keep playing
At some nook and corner
With the dry leaves
Swirling.

Sherbet,
Indian sherbet
Made from cooled water
Of the earthen pitcher
And kept on sands
For sometime,
Not the olden age
Molasses and milk mixed,
But curd and cold water mixed
Sweet lassi,
Lemon and sugar mixed drink,
Raw mango-burnt sherbet.