Vaisakh

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.