Indian Summer

Summer,

Indian summer,

My tryst with

The blazing hot,

Parching earth

On which it is

Difficult to tread

Bare-footed,

No respite from heat

When it perspires

And the loo blows

Sucking blood dry,

When the temperature keeps soaring,

The heatwave doing the rounds

And it sweats and sweats,

Sometimes humidity seems disgusting

And the sun seemingly a ball of fire,

The long day with the noontime

Calling for naps, dozes and siestas.

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