Chaitra,
The blazing heat of Chaitra
Ruffling it all,
The sun blazing hot,
Fire falling
Carried by the winds,
But the pastures cooling, soothing
And refreshing,
The orchards, tree shades,
While on the one hand no respite
While on the other the water bodies
And the tree shades cooling and soothing to core.
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