Somanathan Iyer


A Hot Summer Afternoon


A hot summer afternoon nature wore a deserted look
Naked trees water less river dried lake and thirsty throats
The sun was severe the heat was horrible signaling a drought
Perched on a leafless tree a lonely bird singing a lifeless song
The sound was rhythmic not known whether that was a song or scream
The winds from the hills with rocky smokes moved like waves
Dazed cattle with nothing to graze dozed under open shades
Drowsy humans afraid of heat napping in their roofed comforts
Perched on a leafless tree a lonely bird singing a life less song
Old men seated on their cots gazed the skies to read timing of rains
Youth seen celebrating wedding of giant frogs for pleasing rain Gods
women listened verses from scriptures in praise of rain Gods
Perched on a leafless tree a lonely bird singing a lifeless song

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/17/2013 3:30:00 PM)

    Perched on a leafless tree a lonely bird singing a lifeless song
    All efforts to get rains seem to be on the surface. Nice poem showing the reality of the situation. (Report) Reply

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