Oh! in India May and
June
have the burning noon.
As time goes after sun
rise
horror of heat do
terrorise.
Dresses are wet in the
sweat
it’s hard to go out in
heat.
Heat waves and heat stroke
facing summer is not a
joke.
Ponds and pools are dried
in the mud fishes are
fried.
Thirsty birds animals
plants
shade and water each
wants.
‘Rabi’ crop harvesting is
over
fields are free for
rollover.
Farmers preserve food
grains
to consume in period of
vain.
Young hearts are yet
vibrant
marriage mantras are
chant.
Children enjoy, schools
closed
chance of excursion and
explore.
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