Indian Summers

The blistering heat

locks me in with myself, and


The barren campus

remains a mute witness to

clandestine love.

The householder

sighs at the mounting

power consumption

Lucknowi chikan

the romance of white sheets

classic style rules.


Healthy lemonade

sprinkled with a little salt

hydrates bodies.

News induces guilt

the poor die of sunstrokes

governance failures


Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille

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