Mercury rising above fortyfive,
Intensified heatwave,
How to survive is a question
And we are busy in cutting down trees,
We are forgetting
Life giver is the tree.
The sun is dancing,
Summer is singing,
Maximum temperature is
Taking the lives.
No water, no shade,
The socalled big-people are in ACs
We the common people are suffering
All days openly, no respite.
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