Heat Wave And Its Hot Spell Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

While
Crossing the train lines,
The dry river bed wih burning sands,
Walking the bituminous road,
Passing the days in a muddy village house
Felt i what it is summer like,
How the hot and humid season,
Of burning sensation, parching earth
With cracks and fissures,
Cry for rains doing the rounds,
Thirst taking us over,
Schools and colleges closed for
Summer vacation
As for the sun blazing it hot
As a fire-ball,
Inensive heat falling,
Scorching it all
With the temperature rising high,
Sunstroke banging on the door vehemently,
Sunlight so strong and directly falling
That we feel like sizzling,
Waiting for a downpour
In utter suubmission keep praying
For fresh showers to invigorate us
With life-giving force..