Meenas PoemsThrough the skin
sweat percolates
as dew
Back and forth
movement is
proportionate.
Dehydration
initiates
invalidity.
A recovery
is seen
on the anvil.
Death stares
through
the hedge.
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.
There was the bell at the door
opening widely the door
found an unassuming entrant
who came without a dissent.
He moved with me so fast
wherever I went with a cast
radiating a warmth unbearable
and a sweat intolerable.
Tried to push him out
he did not go all throughout
staying with me not only for the day
prolonged his duration by months in a way.
He paid no charges
lived comfortably with me
making me slog and perspire
putting me to such hardships.
Battered waited for his exit
with patience and endurance in the kit
he did not bother to find another place
being happy and pleasant in my place.
When would you go out ? I sulk
not today or tomorrow he says 
looking bulk
When would you? I shout
he replies in the negative standing stout.
He would be with me for another six months mostly
disturbing me with his incessant heat totally
Oh! you, the sun please let me alone I beseech
as no longer could I put up with your preach
If sleeping is busy
what else is not busy?asked my friend
Getting this thought in mind
wanted to obtain a find.
Sleep to me comes
when I know not.
I lie down in the morn
have a siesta in the noon.
take a nap at dusk.
sleep soundly in the night.
Work all day makes you busy I told him
Sweating and perspiring makes you dizzy.
Sleep all day makes me busy said I.
Refreshing and relaxing makes me shine.
Well that be my goal all through the days
and none need frown at me everyday.
The sun is grinning
as much as it could.
It is chuckling
all by itself in private.
It is laughing
with an empty guffaw in public.
It looks as though
it is jeering and mocking
at all of us under its canopy
reeling in the sweltering heat.
sweating unholy.
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