It Is Summer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

It Is Summer



It is summer,
Fire flames seem to be singing,
Heat waves are on the rise,
Temperatures touching it high,
The sun seems to be a ball of blazing fire
And the earth parched dry
With cracked fissures
Crying for
Rains, rains, rains.

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