The days with the sun at its level best
mercury rising up and up puts to a test
sweat and perspiration grow large as such
sighs and heaves are heard as much
the equinox comes twice a year
passed on without much ado all these years
the smile of the sun always beautiful
seems to be beyond tolerance absolutely detestable
living right on the equator I moan and groan
could not find a better place in the zone
being one of not my choice as well
a preordained commitment as to dwell
so far dare not find an alternative
hope I would never so in this infinity.
Meenas Poems 