With the rains not coming
with the heat not going
there remains a lull all over.
The rains used to fall copiously
minimising the temperature considerably
releasing a sense of happiness all over.
The rains perhaps want to relax
and the heat wanting to punish
there exists an unpleasant comfort.
The take easy nature of rains
and the penalising attitude of the sun
have evaporated the earth of its moisture.
The parched land looks ugly
the sad faces appear desolate
depicting an anguish and agony.
Nature does play truant
once in a few years
teaching a lesson to man.
Man languishes in mirth
and diminishes in melancholy
never once trying to change.