Siting Under The Mango Orchard, Felt I The Fury And Fume Of Indian Summer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sitting under the mango orchard,
Marked I from
The beats and bouts of summer,
Indian summer
Ruffling,
Ruffling and rustling it all
With the hot winds
Blowing and sucking in,
Singing and sizzling it all
And the temperature soaring high,
Mercury dipping high
And the loo, heat wave in wrath and vengeance
Sweeping it all,
But the rocky water bodies cool and fresh,
You just wait for to dive in
Or to take a bath,
Sit under the mango trees
For a sweet succor and cooling.