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.
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