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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