The summer's searing heat consumes the chest;
The parched throat splits with thirst, the skin is flayed.
No fleeting moment yields a breath of rest;
On melting tar, the blistered feet are laid.
The mercury has crossed the extreme line;
The roasting air inside the house is trapped.
Gasps out the breathless soul in grim decline;
From boiling taps, the scalding torrents mapped.
By empty ponds, the weeping village dies;
The humid, heavy winds exhaust the town.
All nature loses sleep under these skies;
The glowing cosmos wears a scorching crown.
El Nino strikes its deadly thermal dart;
In cloudless blue, still beats the sparrow's heart.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India
Copyrights@May23,2026.
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