Scorching Heat. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The scorching sun tries to pacify
Sometimes the black cloud covers the heat
Where the man walks without a shade
When the cloud is passed heat came back
As if to threaten the walking man
He was so sweating and tired in heat
In a moment he was feeling a discomfort
When a helping had came near him
A gentleman caught his hands and walked
Underneath of the mango tree shade in distance
Where they sat sometimes to cool themselves
Nothing he bothered to ask his place or details
Only he understood he is the human being
And supposed to help a brother in need
And to save the needy in time of necessity.