in the shade of a tree
we sit in a circle and
through the sultry noon play
games of cards to feel good
in the scorching heat of the May
in the evening when
the sun goes down in the
west shedding the crimson ray
we jump into the water of
the pond to beat heat of the May
in the night a cool
wind blows over the rooftop
where in the silent night we lay
we wake up to the sound of
the roosters to face heat of the May
God's creations are always meaningful. I do believe that change of seasons are meant for balancing the ecology. Some seasons are too hard for us to bear. But there are ways to tackle them as you have visualised in the poem. Thank you dear AKP
Nice poem on the scorching Sun of May. Enjoyed reading. The heat is unbearable even in Kerala. May I invite you to read my poem "The Month of May" on PoemHunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Articulately described the May heat of India. No mercy by sun. Full ****