indian summer poem


indian summer poem  ( meop remmus naidni  )


the sky at dawn

was a tikka massala

with clustered puffs

of taj mahal


& morning saw

with tiger eyes

october is close

but no sitar


the sun at five

was vindaloo hot

we plod the leas

with elephant feet


the evening breeze

is a cucumber raita

we sip sweet chai

as crickets sing