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The air has a burnt smell It is hot and dry The streets are  empty Even the dogs are missing It is a hot and bright afternoon People have taken refuge under the roofs of their homes or work places Even the trees seem to be mute So are the birds and the cattle My throat is dry My mind is blank My brain is asleep Am struggling to keep awake The weather is strange The climate is changing The ponds are dry The brooks are dusty with no water to flow The earth is moving lazy and slow Time seem to crawling because of the heat The noon seems to un-ending The schools are noiseless and sleepy. It is dusty and hazy The only wind being because of the fast moving buses and trucks and some occasional cars The windows are closed so do the doors of the buildings across the streets The rich enjoying their siesta in the air conditioned rooms The poor, sweating it out in their places of work for their daily wages so that they can have some food to eat in the night. so also that the rich can continue to have their peaceful siestas ..
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
Hot Afternoon!
The air has a burnt smell It is hot and dry The streets are  empty Even the dogs are missing It is a hot and bright afternoon People have taken refuge under the roofs of their homes or work places Even the trees seem to be mute So are the birds and the cattle My throat is dry My mind is blank My brain is asleep Am struggling to keep awake The weather is strange The climate is changing The ponds are dry The brooks are dusty with no water to flow The earth is moving lazy and slow Time seem to crawling because of the heat The noon seems to un-ending The schools are noiseless and sleepy. It is dusty and hazy The only wind being because of the fast moving buses and trucks and some occasional cars The windows are closed so do the doors of the buildings across the streets The rich enjoying their siesta in the air conditioned rooms The poor, sweating it out in their places of work for their daily wages so that they can have some food to eat in the night. so also that the rich can continue to have their peaceful siestas ..
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
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