This Summer Seems To Be The Last Summer Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

the wrathful sun with all ultraviolet rays
seems to be avenging his ladylove`s injuries;
humans inflict inhuman torments
on the generous beautiful sheila
who offers her bountiful resources
to all mute onlookers as well as the assailants.
she is a lady Christ; embodied in all feminine entities.
her irate mate is skinning us with his blistering vengeance:
it seems as if we are being rewarded with the last judgement.
the goddamn vendetta may end up with this divine mandate.

we have stripped her of lots green clothes
blindfolded her with thick plumes of black smoke
deafened her with endless shrill honks
crippled her with mushrooming concrete jungles
and hacked over and again right on her motherly bosom.
mercury is soaring deadly high every day every hour;
the vengeful sun is belching out a hellish fire.
alarm cries in the hollow go up and rend the air;
even parched specks are dying for drips and shower.
alas! were humans wise animals and the true saviors!