
Peeping in was the month of may,
A day betwixt Saturday and Monday.
Not waking up from my doze,
Going deaf to my alarm snooze.
Now, the sun at its maximum height
Reflections from around so bright
Soon, I woke up to find my body wet,
Unpredictable power cuts, drenched with sweat.
But, Still lying on my bed,
Missing my morning bread.
Soon, I made a move- to go brush,
Oops! no water to gargle or flush!!
The sun sucks the drains dry,
Letting a worst stink than the garbage nearby.
I was waiting for time to hail
Waiting for power, biting my nail
Feeling the mid day heat,
Tiredness now in my heart beat.
Getting through this summer,
Was like a soldier on a border,
If the bullets couldn't kill,
The menace and heat will...!
-sulaiman sait