Standing in the heat was I,
When a dropp of sweat went past my chin
and touched the ground...
I turned around to see whats around
Little did I realize that I had become blind..
Facing the heat were a plenty...
All I could hear was a sigh
Not many could drench themselves with more than water...
Paralyzed with hunger were a lot...
None that I could see all the while...
Shattered were there hopes to live...
Painful were there sorrows to bury...
One thing I began to realize
All around me were blind...
Fresher this world around me could be..
Cooler the air brushing my cheeks would have been
If only I could put a smile on this plenty...
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