The Mango Tree

The great Indian summer –
Dry, dusty and sweltering
With no respite or succor
As the Sun keeps blazing.

Amidst this, a mango tree
Spreads its leafy branches
Blocking out the cruel heat
Under its green expanses.

Many travelers on their ways
Stop to rest in its cool shade.
Birds chirp in their little nests.
Little squirrels gambol away.

And along with these mortals,
Also seeking shade…is a temple.