Every second, every minute, every hour every day
Seems like an eternity due to this cruel wait.
It’s like being against a blank wall as we all pray
For the clouds in the skies to shower some rain.
The great Indian summer has long overstayed
With more than fifty shades of brown in the hills and plains.
The angry, hot Sun makes every living thing sweat,
And in an angry, hot breeze do all things sway.
What evil karma has brought about these days?
What will shake off the spell and cast it far away?
The king and his countrymen are all so helpless
As the heatwave causes fields to crack and break.
O Gods in Heaven, I have heard and it is said
That you can see even an ant as it takes a breath,
And hear its little sighs as it rummages and forays.
O why then are you treating us all as castaways?
Bless us with the vision so we may mend our ways
Lest the swelter outside, in our minds too, deserts create.
Open up the skies, and let your love pour down again.
Bring us back into your fold and end this neverending wait.
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