Jayanta A Poet Of The Summer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Indian summer,
Sizzling,
Burning it all
And hot,
Perspiring
And parching
And scorching it all.

No respite from,
No relief from heat,
Heat and humidity
But the people in their
Village homes,
Secluded hamlets
Sweating and retiring,
Taking a siesta.

Resting under the tree,
The mango tree
Waiting for the fall
Of the mango,
The mother and daughter
Looking the hair
For the dandruff
And passing time leisurely,
Indian time.


But the poetic persona
In the house
With the wife
Thinking randomly
With the body in mind,
The summer and relationship,
But the better half snoring
Tired of daytime labour
So private and personal.