Indian Summer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Indian Summer



I wanted to pass it
Sitting
Under the banyan tree,
The peepul tree,
The mango tree
Resting under
To cool and calm myself
From the scorching heat
Of summer,
Indian summer
Taking a siesta and its noonday dreams
When the sun blazes it hot,
The heat wave ruffles and rattles it all
With dry leaves swirling
And the wind playing with
Dry and dead leaves and dust.

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