Oh!the sun is bright and shining.
As its rays are blinding,
While its warmth is scorching,
It is totally burning.
Lo!The humidity experienced is killing,
As the perspiration felt is exacting,
While the fatigue underwent is stifling,
The thirst caused is devastating.
Advancing into the torrid zone,
Bereft of a milder ozone,
Depriving the environ,
Of its assuaging Torrence.
The Sun plays an active role.
In deepening the parole,
Leading to a destructive hole,
Over the earth’s soul.
Riding through the arid desert,
The sweltering heat destroys the best,
That is least found in the crest,
Of the forbidden nest.
Crossing over a bridge high and low,
Find a river devoid of a flow,
Posing a sandy glow,
That makes the heart slow.
There seems to be a tepid temper,
Creating an arrogant terror,
Disquieting a possible leveler,
Bringing forth a terrible murder.
The unbearable heat and sweat,
Renders a style of fever and fret,
Calls for a turn and twist,
To end up the sulk 
and sordid.
Will the rain clouds gather?
To relieve an uneasy lather,
Thus bring about a sweet charmer ,
In the form of a gusty rain.
Meenas Poems 