Chaitra and Baisakh,
The two burning months
Of blazing summer
Burning and baffling
And parching it all
When it heats up,
The earth parches,
Dries and cracks too,
The sunlight is strong enough
Greenery can be seen,
Redolence comes from
The whiffs and wisps
Carried by the wind,
New leaves and late blooming
Continue on,
Jasmines keep taking the centrespace,
Beli, kamini
And the florid bunches of
Asoka and gulmohar
Hanging by the trees.
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