Summer

Here comes the most anticipated season,

When we all get burnt for no reason.

A reason for dwelling in a disguised desert,

We all feel like gobbling a chilled glass of beverage as dessert.

The time we find our way for vacation,

And eventually, end up at our home

As the eternal destination.

A so-called season for mangoes,

It's hard to find the way,

In which the hydration goes.

We could beat the heat of summer,

If the wrath of the sun is a way simmer.