100 Degree C Poem by Kenebo Rajkumar

Fire, fire, fire
The earth is burning
No spring, no autumn, no snowfall,
No green leaves

My forest, my trees, my bamboos,
My flowers,
Crying in the midnight

Winter becomes summer
Summer become lava
Lava becomes human

My clouds, my rain, my ponds,
My rivers, my lakes, my oceans,
Each looks like the sand of desert

Buildings are high
Furniture is beautiful
Nuclear weapons are pretty
But the morning dews never fall down
The sky is start burning

My trees getting vaporizing
They make me boil
Human beings make me fire

If I stop cry today
Everything will disappear tomorrow

Don’t let you keep me at 100 degree C
Kind for tomorrow
Kind for your souls!