The dryness pervades
as the sun invades
the heat is in a tirade
no rains to trade
the warmth has made
the skin to shrink
they are on the brink
of a break in a wink
hard to create a link
with a blink
the sun stares at the most
not only in the coast
in every way it boasts
makes of man a roast.
Meenas Poems 