Bijay Kant Dubey Summer Poems

Indian summer is digusting,
Hot and humid, it sweats and aggravates thirst,
So sizzling and dry
When the hot winds keep ruffling it all
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My God, is it You who have made
This summer,
Indian summer
Sizzling, parching, burning,
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Summer,
Indian summer,
My tryst with
The blazing hot,
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In order to beat you summer,
Indian summer,
Move you to shady groves
Sitting under the banyan, the peepul tree
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Indian summer,
Fire is falling,
It is June,
It is time to move
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Summer is coming,
I shall take
Ripe mangoes,
Ripe jack fruit,
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It is summer,
Fire flames seem to be singing,
Heat waves are on the rise,
Temperatures touching it high,
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When said I unmindfully,
The word coming out of mouth,
The woman sitting next to me
On the platform
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It is summer,
Of mangoes ripening,
Varieties of mangoes,
Snmall, big, sweet and sour,
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Who says
Summer does not ahve flowers?
The red, crimson and florid
Bunches of
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The delicious mangoes ripen to fall,
The black berries will blacken,
The wooden belas will yellow it,
The white lichis will sweeten
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Sit you under the cooler shades
Of groves and orchards,
Go for a dive into the rocky ponds
Shaded into the woods
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How will be it atomic summer,
Atoms bursting and ruining the world,
Life
And the green earth,
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Even in summer I can see the yellow golden chains bedecking with an aura and scenery of own just as the bridal house decoration. The golden champas keep calling us with their redolence asking to pause by for the sweet scent. Though we call Indian summer harsh and dry when the loo blows it hot, but instead of it the green foliage of glistening leaves takes us to deeper valleys, cooler shades of orchards and bowers.
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Summer is of
Mangoes,
Jack fruits,
Black berries,
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Indian summer,
Scorching sun,
Burning earth
Parched and dry
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The Daily Cleaner's Routine View

To clean and dispose
Dirt and filth her job,
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Take you onion slices first,
A glass of cold water,
Mango-burnt or boiled tasting water
With sugar and salt,
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Take a glass of sweet sherbet,
A glass of lassie
Or a small cup bowl of curd
Or a plate of salad with
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I wanted to pass it
Sitting
Under the banyan tree,
The peepul tree,
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Chatra and Baisakh are knocking at my door
To make me feel
What it is like,
Indian summer
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Amar-prem

Immortal love,
How the flame of it
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Take you sherbet
Or lassi,
Salad with food
Sliced cucumber and onion
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Indian summer,
Sizzling,
Burning it all
And hot,
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A glass of lassie
Want I
To beat
The blazing heat
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Even n the blazing heat heat
Of the summer
When the sun seems to be scorching
And ruffling it all
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Sitting under the mango orchard,
Marked I from
The beats and bouts of summer,
Indian summer
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As for to beat summer,
Indian summer,
The heat and ruffle of it,
Take,
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How to beat summer,
Indian summer
With scorching sun
Full of burning sensation,
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Summer,
Indian summer
With intensive heat and loo
Has come,
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It is not a summer poem,
But relating of the ancient orchard,
Man and his times,
The rural space and landscape,
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Even when the days appear to be stronger
With the sunlight falling straight
And it getting hotter,
The coloured flowers keep us cheering
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Nuclear Summer

Nuclear summer,
How baffling will it be
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Even during the summer
Beautiful gulhomars can be seen
Hanging
In the months of Chaitra and Baisakh
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Beat Indian summer
With lassie, sherbet and salad,
Cream and curd and sugar mixed lassie,
With lemon, sugar and water,
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Indian summer
So hot and parching,
So full of perspiration
And perplexing,
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Chaitra, the blazing earth of Chaitra,
Mid March to mid April
When the earth keeps burning,
Burning and burning
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Sherbet,
Indian sherbet,
You give me
To beat the summer
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Chaitra and Baisakh,
The two burning months
Of blazing summer
Burning and baffling
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A country raked by hunger and poverty,

The crows crying,
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Even during the summertime
When the sun blazes it hot
And the fire flames seem to be falling,
The hot winds sucking the blood,
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The parching earth lies it baked and burning
During the whole noontime
And there is no respite from
Heat and summer,
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Kamala,
Your summer
Is a summer
Not of heat and dust,
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Hot and burning summer,
Indian summer
With the heat wave slapping the face,
Scorching it all,
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A summer of blazing hot,
Fire flames singing the face,
The earth lying parched and dry,
No rains,
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Everywhere there is a cry for the quenching of thirst,
Scarcity of food and cereals,
The crows crowing,
Moving here and there,
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I think of it not the snowfall, icicles hanging by,
Snowflakes of dreams,
Snowfall is taking us, whitening with,
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