While Feeling The Heat Of The Summer In The Country Of Mud-Homes Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A country raked by hunger and poverty,

The crows crying,

The children half-fed, half-clothed

Into their mud houses

And the summer intense

Full of heat and dust,

The sun shining it hot,

No relief from perspiration.



Water, water, how to quench the thirst

For it, the pearly drops of water,

Water, water not only,

The scarcity of food too doing

The rounds into the littered,

Far flung Indian villages

Of the country

And in addition to the summer so intense!