Sweating and sweltering
under the sun's ferocious gaze
Gasping for air,
life is thirsty for a stream
of heavenly tears.
The land is dry
The land is bare
Its over-baked crust
hardened to heartless sterility
forbidding any growth of greenery
The sun, a fireball
No escape from its burning rage.
The sheer power of NATURE can be frightening. For myself it is winter that carries this fearsome power. Summer lasts at best three months and then the climate f-a-l-l-s toward the cold season. But through your poem I can sense what I've experienced - HEAT as that potentially destructive force, before which we are helpless and must submit.
May get even hotter with climate change. Nice image and I like the idea of rage as if the sun is punishing us perhaps for abusing the earth.
Is it the same there too! Here the temperature has risen to unprecedented levels! Its over-baked crust hardened to heartless sterility............ All we see is 'heartless sterility'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The land is bare Its over-baked crust hardened to heartless sterility forbidding any growth of greenery The sun, a fireball No escape from its burning rage. - - - - - - - - The Summer heat is also so painful here, as if Nature is punishing us.