poet Bijay Kant Dubey

Bijay Kant Dubey

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Jyestha's Midday

Jyestha's midday,
Blazing and burning,
No respite from
Heat and dust,
The loo ruffling it all,
Full of sun strokes,
Heat and humidity
And the wind blowing hot and hard.

The earth keeps burning,
Parching and cracking,
The water level going deep,
Sinking into,
Man left perspiring,
Unable to bear the heat,
The hamlets parched and dry
Against the drop of,
The buffaloes wallowing into the tanks.

Water, water, water,
The cry for water,
Rain, rain, rain,
God give us water,
Cloud, give us water,
A thirsty soul wanting water
To quench with the nectar drops.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 28, 2014

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