Charlatan Summer
A hot air sauntered day, of early June
scalding sun smeared in salty sweat,
tears drenched a ground that afternoon
on which you laid on ice, still in death.
A cold charlatan summer, I'll never forget
6th May 2019
Copyright © Debjani Mitra | Year Posted 2019
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