Sore Summer

That same old blistering summer

Is about to arrive here;

Gone is the warm vernal strummer;

Gone are the sweet days, dear.

Music seems sighing in throe;

That heat is in the offing;

Seasons do come, seasons do go;

The common by-product is coughing.

Is there peace, any peace inside?

We love blaming on the others;

Failing to follow life’s ebb and tide,

We defile our address ‘brothers’.

We all do, we all promise;

Then why don’t we fulfil them?

We have not, we have not peace,

For we never crave for the same.

We all panic, yes, we do,

Thinking Nature is so cruel to us;

Such summer we never knew;

Nature’s hostile, since we treat so harsh.

Nature’s Resentment

I get so petrified

When mankind plays foul;

They must get rectified,

Else they’ll have to growl.

Though you call me ‘Mother’,

You keep, you keep hurting me;

Not just me but too each other;

Children, you write your destiny.

I have sacrificed so much,

Sacrificed my all, my all;

Still, you’re bereft of the touch,

Desecrating the sweetest call.

There is so much, so much charm

In the palindrome ‘mom’;

A mother dies, never does harm

Her kids, though they raise a storm.

The more contamination,

The worse your existence;

Climate must have transition,

When you do lack good sense.