Ponds and reservoirs are almost tried
The summer still has not applied
Its pressure to cause heat waves
Sudden illness has forced human being to behave
In afternoon, roads are almost deserted
Medical bulletin has been issued and people are alerted
Bu what about laborer?
He is only bread earner
Under blazing sun
His copper like body begins
Hard work and tears apart the earth
He is not worried about death
He is worried for two square meals
That causes him to feel
About his struggle for bare necesity
But convinces himself about wishes of an almighty
Rain may bring relief to many
Even it may enhance he beauty
The mother earth may feel relieved
But life has to be relived
Ponds and reservoirs are almost tried The summer still has not applied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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