Hot Noon In Lucknow

Hot Noon In Lucknow short poem

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I used to envisage in my childhood
To stay in a place where,
There is neither hot nor cold.
And, my dream came true
When I got a job in Bangalore
I stayed there for a half decade
I loved its climate.
Then, transferred to Lucknow
It has tormenting hot summers
And freezing cold winters
Somehow, I coped up in the winter
But it is strenuous
To stay in Lucknow in the summer
The blows of hot air start here
From eight in the morning
To eight in the night.
Whenever I have to go somewhere
Facing tormenting Sun strokes
I am used to recounting the burning sensation
That I used to feel near the fired up ‘Holika’
The heat is unbearable or intolerable
It seems to me that
I am encircled or enveloped by a fire
And sense flames when
The Loo touches me
Sweat rolls on my body as if
One has come out after taking a shower
Fans and coolers fail to cool the room
They also throw the hot air.
Noon in the Lucknow is
Not less than a hellish fire if any exists.

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Lokendra Singh hails from holy city Ajmer. He is, an aspiring writer and a poet, a postgraduate in English Literature and a central Government employee, a spiritual seeker and an ardent reader, currently based in Lucknow. He had been in Bangalore from 2009 to 2014. He loves reading novels of Amitav Ghosh, Jhumpa Lahiri, Mahesh Dattani, Girish Karnad, and Manju Kapur and his favorite poets are Sri Aurobindo, Rabindra Nath Tagore, Swami Vivekananda, John Keats, William Wordsworth, A.K. Ramanujan, Arundhati Subramaniam, Tishani Doshi and Chandrama Deshmukh. He was inspired by poetess Arundhati Subramaniam to write a poetry. His poems and write-ups also published in several print and online publications, including websites like WWW.POEMHUNTER.COM, WWW.POETRYSOUP.COM, WWW.FORWARDPOETRY.CO.UK and magazines like Inspiration Unlimited" and "Nachiketanjali". One is the number one inspirational magazine and another is one among the top twenty spiritual magazine of India, according to speaking tree. Besides that he is having a personal blog- www.svlokendrasingh.blogspot.com and also writes blogs in speaking tree. He has done his schooling from an Arya Samaj school- Dayananda Bal Niketan Sr. Sec. School, Ajmer. His father's name is Ranveer Singh, who is a government employee in Agricultural department and his mother Prem Kanwar is a homemaker. His mother has a wonderful talent of composing devotional songs. His brother is Yogendra Singh, who is an aspiring entrepreneur, a writer, a mind trainer, a yoga practitioner and a memory guru. He also has a best selling book entitled 'Awaken The Great Potential Of Memory And Will Power' to his credit. He is a prolific writer. Her Sister Kusum Rathore presently lives in Oman. He loves his family a lot. He gets support from his family aw well for writing. He wed locked with Poonam Shekhawat on 08, May,2014. She is also a postgraduate in English Literature. She is also a blog-writer. Her Blog is- www.poonamshekhawat.blogspot.com and www.poonamdakshina.blogspot.com. She also inspires his husband to write a poetry. She also helps him in editing and rewording his poems and write-ups.
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