Disgusting Indian Summer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Indian summer is digusting,
Hot and humid, it sweats and aggravates thirst,
So sizzling and dry
When the hot winds keep ruffling it all
In the form of the loo sucking blood,
Depressing with the burning sensation,
The sun blazes it hot, seems to be a fireball,
The earth parches it with fissures and cracks like the crust,
There is no respite from heat and burning,
The smaller mud houses so congested and suffocating,
The temperature keeps soaring, the heat-wave having a spell over
And the folks keep waiting for the rains, black clouds to hang over
And we seem to be drooping and wilting.