India In May And June Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Oh! in India May and June
have the burning noon.
As time goes after sun rise
horror of heat do terrorise.
Dresses are wet in the sweat
it’s hard to go out in heat.
Heat waves and heat stroke
facing summer is not a joke.
Ponds and pools are dried
in the mud fishes are fried.
Thirsty birds animals plants
shade and water each wants.
‘Rabi’ crop harvesting is over
fields are free for rollover.
Farmers preserve food grains
to consume in period of vain.
Young hearts are yet vibrant
marriage mantras are chant.
Children enjoy, schools closed
chance of excursion and explore.