Haiku

Poem About North Indian Summer

The poetic season of monsoon in North Indian plains is preceded by intense summer when temperatures soar up to 47 degrees Celsius. Heat and dust prevail everywhere and humanity seems to buckle down with languor and lethargy. To those unaccustomed to the harsh weather conditions, venturing out at peak hours may be perilous, with risk of succumbing to heatstroke. All eyes are pinned to the skies above, praying for clouds to emerge and descend down on mother earth and cool the raging fires.

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Wow. Wonderful description. I am actually quite surprised you got a rhyme in there. That is very hard for me to do.

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Sweltering Climes

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Published: June 2016

Parched throat, roasted skin,
Scorching sun rays, blazing winds
Soul sizzling within!

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  • Sofia Blaney by Sofia Blaney
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Wow. Wonderful description. I am actually quite surprised you got a rhyme in there. That is very hard for me to do.

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