Parching Indian Summer/ The Blazing Earth Of Chaitra & Baisakh Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Indian summer
So hot and parching,
So full of perspiration
And perplexing,
Beating down
With the hot wind
Blowing,
Ruffling it all
And baffling utmost,
Such a summer
Burning and brutal,
No respite from
No relief,
Heat aggravates so much
That the buffalo wallows
Into the dry pond mud,
The stray dog bathes,
The crow too sprinkles
Water over,
Indian summer,
Very hot summer
Baffling all.

Parching Indian summer
Full of heat and dust
When the earth keeps burning,
Burning and blazing
In Chaitra and Baisakh,
The ponds keep drying,
The water level going below,
Hot winds keep playing with
The dry leaves
At some nook and corner,
The villages baking in heat,
Temperature soars up,
Thirst grows more,
Fatigue takes over,
Perspiration and sweating continue
Seconded by exhaustion,
The longer days force
To retire in a siesta
At noonday
So baffling and ruffling
Taking it long
With its longer days.

Indian summer
With the blazing and burning earth
Of Chaitra and Baisakh
When the sunlight
Is strong and direct,
The loo blows it
Ruffling it all,
Thirst grows more
For cool waters,
Sherbet
Made from sugar
And lemon juice
Or raw mango roasted
And the contents extracted,
Lassie or curd
Or take you onion,
Water melon,
Cucumber or tamarind sauce,
Chutney or salad
To beat it,
Hot and humidity
Or tuck in an ice cream.