Withstand This Gruelling Summer

Withstand this gruelling summer, oh dear
Ere we reach the end of this world.
Seasoned love of us that has been shaping
For twelve years long
Is no more left with hope of fancied ripening
And is turning fast to an anguished fire ball
To burn our cultivated bed.
The face of earth is terribly red
So your temporal face, looking crimson Mercury
Putting the cherry world confound and on shame.
Incremental hot from burning horizon
Is volleying anger with rebounding vengeance
As if to mar our all delicate senses
That tremble like sacrificial lamb before its ill tempered wrath.
The roof top Eden where we wove
So many vows with lips tied pleasure
Under December Moon and let them grow
Are all seeds of discord in genuine hearts.
Trees of our paradise are looking vile
Surrounding our fragile glass globe,
Each moment torments our exchanged glances,
Our earnest embraces are cracking devil’s laugh.
What will we do then, oh dear
Or what we did in actual at last summer?
Loading our bed with all icy sermons
Or inviting many nocturnal evil postures,
Another set game for hopeless turn
With prayer for hostile comfort, unheard, unborn.

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Preeti
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Ah! Yet another scorching summer set to end…Loved your poem!

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