Hot And Sizzling Indian Summer And Its Dry And Burning Parched Spell Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
Hot And Sizzling Indian Summer And Its Dry And Burning Parched Spell
Summer,
Indian summer,
Hot and perspiring
So full of heat and humidity,
The sun seems to be a ball of fire
Shining over directly
When the heat wave soars high,
Temperature falls it not
And it sweats,
Hot winds keep sucking blood,
Ruffling it all,
The bituminous roads keep melting
Whereas the loo seems to be baffling.
Monday, July 22, 2024
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