Summer Poem by sekharan pookkat

Summer



Sun is burning
Straight above my head
Snow is melting in heat
And my throat burns in hunger.

Leaves of trees stopped its songs
And dropped one by one
As our brothers burns their lives
In this deserted land.

Oh! God save us from this heat
Though we cut down trees
And built concrete castles all over
To dream a stream of lovely rain

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
To those who lost their lives in sunstroke
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jaishree Nair 25 May 2015

Nicely presented the conundrum. We are responsible for our own sorry state of affairs. Thanks

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Sekharan Pookkat 25 May 2015

only one thing we can do- convey the message- rulers motto is deforestation- they waters in the concept of forests and allow to cut down the area.

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