Indian Summer
It comes like a monster with deep red eye,
With a shroud of death, covering the sky,
From the bar of ocean, drinking raw beer,
With deep red eye it comes like a monster.
In a dusty barren field, it plays like a mad,
In the kingdom of hell, our day goes bad.
River lies silent with her frail shrill health,
Forest stops singing, losing their wealth;
Mountain prays God, sitting like a saint;
With her frail shrill health river lies silent.
In the colorless garden sun laughs loud,
In the empty dead puddle, it paints all rude.
We feel nice taste with tasty sweet melon;
Chilled juice we make with sour little lemon,
Cucumber with salt chilly, we enjoy our best;
With tasty sweet melon we have nice taste.
A best hue is painted with Gulmohar* flower,
Life is little tough, in hot Indian summer.
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Gulmohar* - An Indian flower having red color
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