Heat Hits Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Heat hits

Whole of India is under grip
The sun is really on top
Day time becomes hell
Many people fell unconscious

This time it has crossed all thresholds
It is holding record break heat
Not a bird you find in day time
The laborer are sweating full time

The god has given them strength
With dry bread and onion work extends its length
Where we can't step out from our room
Under hot sun, they find real blossom

We have no reason to feel
It is their strong will
And an ability to survive
The life remains live

The earth is wearing apart
With cracks on surface part
You can find the effect
Even animals and birds politely use nests

Still some more time needed
The earth shall send vapor to form clouds
It shall then make heavy down pour
The rain god with all pomp and show shall make tour