Vaisakh Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Vaisakh,
Hot and humid Vaisakh,
Blazing Vaisakh
With no respite from
Scorching heat of summer,
The hot wind as the loo blowing,
Sucking up the soul
And blood,
So dry and disgusting,
Direct sunlight falling,
Water getting dry
And the thirst quencing it not
When there is a cry for rain, rain, rain,
People praying for rains, rains
To come lashing
With pattering drops, cooling down
The heat wave, rise in temperature
With fresh showers and downpours
Breaking the hot spell of sizzling temperature
When Mercury seems to be soaring high abnormally.