A Haiku Of Indian Summer

A fallen dry leaf
hits the cracking drier earth--
Summer's on its way.

A goer sits down
beneath a banyan tree,
exhausted with thirst.

Who's chirping sweetly?
Is it a mirage of bliss--
I heard... I beheld.

You're stepping away.
Rains, winters and springs are gone--
Summer's on its way...

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