indian summer poem

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indian summer poem  ( meop remmus naidni  )




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the sky at dawn

was a tikka massala


with clustered puffs

of taj mahal


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& morning saw

with tiger eyes


october is close

but no sitar


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the sun at five

was vindaloo hot


we plod the leas

with elephant feet


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the evening breeze

is a cucumber raita


we sip sweet chai

as crickets sing


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