Even In The Blazing Heat Of The Summer Sun, I Can See Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Even n the blazing heat heat
Of the summer
When the sun seems to be scorching
And ruffling it all
With the winds blowing hot,
Blood sucked dry,
The earth parching dry
With the cracks,
I can see the gulmohars hanging by,
The red-red gulmohar blossoms
Hanging by in clusters,
The cuckoos cooing from the bamboo thickets
Or the mango orchards,
The amaltas scattering over
Yellowish blossoms,
The jaruls with the remnants
Bluish or violet-hued,
The oleanders red, pink and white
Blooming in clusters,
The beli creepers bedecked with
White blooms
Smelling during the night-time
And the raat-raanis smelling,
Making the summer nights fragrant
And the begum bahra with the corona
And the glaze extraordinary
Bluish-bluish and embroidered.