Out Of Control Poem by Somali Mukherjee

Summer's scorching heat
Takes away rhyme and beat.
We lose our mind;
Is summer so unkind?
We all lose our reason
In such a furnace-prison;
Crying for rescue, 'Help! Help! ',
We try to touch the rainy elf.
Does she listen? Does she?
No? She dances in ecstasy?
Time has come, time has come
To pay us back with its sum.
We played our roles long before—
Love for love, sore for sore.
We reap what we sow;
Can't keep what's to go.
One day, we practised tyranny;
Now it's time to accept destiny.
Virtue is virtue; vice is vice;
We can't control the rolling dice.