Summer Summer

Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
The king, the ministers,
The counsels all are
here to play, to play.

Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
Your fifty degree heat
is not conducive to play.

Summer, summer,
Go away, go away.
We have not forgotten
We are nature's clay,
Give them a chance
to make merry on this day.

by Gajanan Mishra

Comments (3)

Summer summer We need you it's ok Don't turn too hot Can't bear another day. Feelings of all who face the heat is nicely conveyed in the beautiful song.
Yes. Some parts of India are burning and people of dying of heat too. A timely poem, short and well-written.
fifty degree heat is here at present..