In the heat of Summer’s fiery reign,
Us living beings do not find much to gain,
Yes, our skin does indeed feel the burn,
Humanity and Nature suffer under this reign.
Tell me this, how much would a life cost?
Is it worth letting a farmer’s skin burn as their soul, is to the sun, lost?
Is it worth letting an animal die, of unquenchable thirst?
Is it worth letting a worker die in the heat filled with naught but exhaust?
The farmer winces in pain as his skin boils,
The field’s fertility gone, all that remains is dry, cracked soils,
His tired body goes limp, his throat runs dry,
Another soul, gone at the hands of the summer’s fury.
An animal wanders through the dry roads,
Its body and soul, drained due to the heat that within it flows,
A bird falls out of the beautiful azure skies,
Its wings fried, as out of its beak came agonized cries.
On the road, Under the sun's relentless glare,
A road worker toils and toils with care,
But underneath the heat's unyielding stare,
Fate claims his life, it seems quite unfair.
No water flows through the parched, cracked earth,
Encroachment claims each ounce of worth,
High rates of heatstroke, a merciless plight,
Under the blazing sun's unyielding might.
In a scorched land, where cement and asphalt rule,
Where concrete jungles rise, swallowing plenty a soul,
There's a tale of thirst, a dark tale told,
Where humans and beasts alike are caught in a blazing hold.
In the Summer's grasp, the earth is subjected to a harsh rule,
We stagger beneath a blazing reign, a Star's fiery jewel,
Must we ignore the summer's harsh birth?
Yet, in blissful ignorance, do we find our worth?
Well written Mahima. We should combat this phenomenon by planting more and more trees
Lovely writing, what should be done is to work together to preserve our environment