Horrible Summer Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Summer may be pleasure for those
who have got uncovered from snow.
But it is really a horrible affair for me
as I live in a city, at forty eight degree.

Sweat falls from forehead like waterfall.
You would like to throw cloths of body, all.
When travel in a crowded bus or local;
tolerate the stinking sweat of the people.

You can't go long without water with you.
Don't come out of den, the animals of zoo.
Car parked outside, soon becomes oven.
Have to leave with AC on, few moments.

Everyone prefers to remain in AC room.
Those can't afford, look for tree's gloom.
Yet for children, summer has joyful days.
They escape the school and get time to play.