Summer
It is now
Peak of
Summer heat
A shady tree
An only treat
Parched dry blades
It must be hades
Celestial inferno
Terrestrial furnace
In the midst
Are little birds
Open beaks
Distraught chirrups
Looking for water
No creeks to seek
Daring Sun
Bleaches and beats
In the horizon
Mirages do dance
Teasing our senses
As we take our chance
Dripping in sweat
Walking as in trance
Furrowed brows
As temperature soars
Hapless humans
As summer heat gores
Flora and fauna sapless
Look bleak
For rain clouds
To come
They all do beseech
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unless we face the harsh summer, rain will not come...