Indian summers
How to beat it?
Take you salad
With sliced cucumber, onion,
Green chilly, a pinch of salt and lemon squeeze
And tomato,
Take you water melon,
Lassi,
Sherbet,
Nimbu-paani, a glass of water with sugar and lemon squueze,
Take you dahi, earthen-bowl kept dahi, I mean curd
And move you to shady orchards
To have the noonday dreams
Sleeping on a rope-woven baboo cot,
Away from the sweating siesta of the congested mud house
And even though stay you in, sleepyou on a date-leaf-made mat
Sprinkling water drops on it,
Go for a diver into the shady and rocky water bodies
Of the woody tract.
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