Industrial Summer Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Peak of Indian summers
and Sun singes every being
with its piercing hot rays
last bit of sap,
sipped up from grass blades

mighty inferno,
its flames now surround
spiking high fever,
forcing us to be home bound

Its that time of the year
when everything burns,
turns crazed
while creatures run for cover
looking for that very shade
that has been lost
for all the trees
to the ground
have been razed

Thirsty little beaks,
looking for one last drip
from the roadside tap
for water is now a treat

a couple of stray puppies
along with their loving mother
searching for a puddle
and a cooler place
where they can take some cover

a malefic cloud of coal
envelops this little town
where everything burns like cinders
and clean water befouled
by industries around

no more patches of green
its a concrete and cement scene
why are we building our own hell
for soon there will be none left
life wiped out, under this horrific spell.