Heat Wave And Its Hot Spell

While Crossing the train lines, The dry river bed wih burning sands, Walking the bituminous road, Passing the days in a muddy village house Felt i what it is summer like, How the hot and humid season, Of burning sensation, parching earth With cracks and fissures, Cry for rains doing the rounds, Thirst taking us over, Schools and colleges closed for Summer vacation As for the sun blazing it hot As a fire-ball, Inensive heat falling, Scorching it all With the temperature rising high, Sunstroke banging on the door vehemently, Sunlight so strong and directly falling That we feel like sizzling, Waiting for a downpour In utter suubmission keep praying For fresh showers to invigorate us With life-giving force..