It was the hot summer
as the sun got angry
and showers hotness on us,
Oh! the earth is boiling
the living being around us
gone in search of water.
The human nature as usual
pop ice cream & juice in mind
the pollution of our city,
invites more hotness
as the sun is taking revenge
of the winter which passed away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Shaunak. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.