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In the Hot Summer The sun mounts high It blazes down on the floors The children scurry by Everyone has to be indoors All the plants are adust Temperature rises by degrees Mulch thobs by gust Wind is sighing in the trees The men carpet mats Lying in shodow they doze Pests are the buzzing gnats They deprive them of repose Buffaloes let out gasp Sheep squabble over water On brims birds clasp And each other they slaughter A hot wind inflicts harms Dust is carried by whirlwinds Boys rush into farms Eat up melons and leave rinds Water begins to boil Every drop ends up in smoke It is the sons of soil Who burn in heat and go broke This is no less drought Months ahead is the rain Yet Karanj stands out Blossomed in thirsty terrene. S. Bharat
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:00 AM UTC
In the Hot Summer
In the Hot Summer The sun mounts high It blazes down on the floors The children scurry by Everyone has to be indoors All the plants are adust Temperature rises by degrees Mulch thobs by gust Wind is sighing in the trees The men carpet mats Lying in shodow they doze Pests are the buzzing gnats They deprive them of repose Buffaloes let out gasp Sheep squabble over water On brims birds clasp And each other they slaughter A hot wind inflicts harms Dust is carried by whirlwinds Boys rush into farms Eat up melons and leave rinds Water begins to boil Every drop ends up in smoke It is the sons of soil Who burn in heat and go broke This is no less drought Months ahead is the rain Yet Karanj stands out Blossomed in thirsty terrene. S. Bharat
It is about how the summer season gets worse in India and makes things difficult for the people.
#summer#hot#season
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:00 AM UTC
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