O Horrible Summer!

In strange ways does the nature act,
To give pain post-pleasure is its awful tact!
Why do we have a season called summer, why do we have to sweat,
Are questions, I need to be answered as yet.

A season of mangoes and holidays in plenty,
And of heat in the head and ailments more than twenty.
A season to play till you get tanned to the feet,
And to hear of a thousand deaths from this merciless heat.

When will the greenery in my garden be preserved,
When will I sleep with the comfort that I deserve?
O heavens, give us some relief, shower some rain,
Or at least give me the patience to tolerate this pain.

Each day of the monsoon, or spring and the season cold,
Needs to be lived to the fullest with glorious joy to behold.
Because when March returns with its initial warmth,
Be prepared for four months of horrible heat that can only harm!

Pronoy Rai
April 11, 2007