Summertime, Indian Summer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Indian summer,
Scorching sun,
Burning earth
Parched and dry
With cracks and fissures
And a country raked by
Hunger, thirst and poverty,
No respite from heat and humidity,
Rising temperature and heat intensity
But in contrast to these
The forests greener, .cool and shady,
The orchards and bowers so comforting
And the jaruls and gulmohars beautifying the landscape
Bearing the brunt of the heat wave, burning sensation
And the hot winds blowing, scorching sun,
God, water, water,
Give us rains, rains and water!