Indian Summer Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Summer may be pleasure for those,
who have got uncovered from snow.
But it is really a horrible affair for me
as I live in a city, at forty eight degree.

Sweat falls from forehead like a waterfall.
You would like to throw cloths of body, all.
When travel in a crowded bus or local;
tolerate the stinking sweat of the people.

You can't go long without water with you.
Don't come out of dens, the animals of zoo.
Car parked outside, soon becomes an oven.
Before boarding, leave AC on, few moments.


Everyone prefers to stay in the AC room.
Those can't afford, look for tree's gloom.
Without an umbrella you can't walk out.
Pleasant evenings, parks filled with crowd.

We all enjoy mangoes and water melon.
For the cool feel, love to go to hill station.
We like to drink sherbet and eat ice cream.
We have long shower bath and go for swim.

Yet we love the summer's splendid nights.
Love to see fog-less sky and the stars bright.
For the children, summer has joyful days.
They escape the school, get more time to play.