Summer, Indian Summer, Scorching Summer With Intensive Heat Falling And The Loo Blowing Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Summer, Indian Summer, Scorching Summer With Intensive Heat Falling And The Loo Blowing



Summer,
Indian summer
With intensive heat and loo
Has come,
Summer,
Indian summer
Full of heat and dust,
The sun appearing to be a fireball
And the flames falling around,
Scorching it all.

But do not disheartened,
Take you heart
To beat it naturally,
Pause a bit under the gulmohar tree
Marking the florid blossoms,
Jasmines to fragrance you
During the night-time,
Walk you, walk you.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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