A Summer Day

Out of the room, I am dazed

As it is hot in the dawn,

There are blasts of hot wind

Ah! I am inside of an oven.

One instinct compelled me

to go back soon home,

The power-cut also dashed to ground,

unbearable minutes and minutes.

Going to a village pond or canal,

passing along a bushy aside,

Taking off clothes and jumping into,

would give relief immense.

Birds and animals pant highly,

in the trees,homes and outside,

Mercury touches when forty-five,

repulses to stay at home.

Dazzling hot rays make poor

idle under shady trees,

Try to feel peaceful as blessings

it would make you tension free.