Heat Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar
Heat
The angry noon
devoured the city.
Half-dead pavements
suffer silently
as the tar road dazzle.
Empty sky silently
touched me and tenderly
blow the grief out of my fist,
stretch it over the city.
But the noise is still furious
as like every city-day,
chase me to snatch my prayer.
I tumble, get up to run away
The lost trees still
haunt me as I drag my feet
to search my escape way
in the burning city.
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