Summer, Indian Summer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Summer,
Indian summer,
My tryst with
The blazing hot,
The parching earth
On which it is difficult to tread
Bare-footed one,
No respite from heat
When it perspires
And the loo blows it
Sucking blood dry,
When the temperature keeps soaring,
The heat wave doing the rounds
And it sweats and sweats,
Sometimes humidity appears to be disgusting
And the sun seemingly a ball of fire,
The longer day with the noontime
Calling for naps and doses and siestas.