A glass of lassie
Want I
To beat
The blazing heat
Of Indian summer
Hot and sultry.
Curd with sugar,
Cream and ice
And a little bit
Of pepper and black salt,
A glass of milky cold lassie.
Lassie chahiye,
Lassie chahiye,
The hawker coming and saying,
Lassie,
Lassie,
Cold lassie,
Sweet and sour and spiced,
Half-half.
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I would like to translate this poem
Lassie Juice beats the scorching summer..........///nice