Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Summer Offers

 The summer heat

Boils angrily

Sputters viciously 

Burns  glaringly.

The earth has nothing to show as fair.

The afternoon falls hush

Like the last breath of a dying heart.

No water can cool it

Nothing can quench it

This heat bursting like a 

Sob buried deep in an ancient grief.

April is indeed the cruellest month!

Pratima@ The heat hurts!

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