POEM
With the searing heat
reaching its peak
we feel thirsty and
exhausted.
Not only us, living beings as a whole
too are affected
with passage of time.
They feel tired and hungry
and in the process
they fall prey to be
summer heat and breathe their last.
In these days of summer
the worst-hit are the farmers
whose vast paddy fields
go dry and cracks develop everywhere.
Our mouths go dry and
are compelled to pray to
the Goddess of Rain.
Scarcity of water deprive
all living-beings especially
the human-beings.
Whenever I think of drought,
I go philosophical and painful.
Like the simmering summer heat and drought
getting on our nerves,
relationships among
mankind develop
cracks like the
sprawling paddy-fields,
in the new era.
Each lives for himself or herself
and love goes artificial
and each human being
develops hollow, shallow smiles.
Sincere love and smiles
are something to be dreamt about
or in other words our wishful thinking.
Like the cycle of
seasons playing truant
relationships among
human beings trickle down
like drops of water.
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