Even during the summertime
When the sun blazes it hot
And the fire flames seem to be falling,
The hot winds sucking the blood,
The earth parching
Under the intensive heat,
I see you smiling
With the bouquets of red-red flowers,
The clusters of gulmohar blossoms,
Reddish-reddish, clustered-clustered
Decorating the tree,
Standing by the way
To welcome and greet the wayfarers,
i mean the passers-by.
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