You are,
My dearest,
As important
To me,
NOW,
As a solitary,
Wayside tree is---
For a thirsty-tired
Pedestrian,
The slender
Outstretched arms
Providing soft
Green cover
To sweating him,
On a May afternoon,
In the polluted New Delhi,
Humming with bulldozers,
And cruel
Mercury
Touching
A record-breaking
45
Degrees Celsius!
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