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Hola my friend!
Today was a great day. I was active the entire day despite the scorching heat because of my good sleep. But, i couldn't bare the immense hot waves. So, here's a poem about the cruel heat of Chennai...
Vapours rise to the sky
Calling out a sigh cry,
To Zeus, the most high,
To shower the parched land
That beneath lie.
The brutal simply stood still
And chose to wait
Until the greens turned ill.
The valleys went on a sleep
With thick muddy covers
And spare dampness to keep.
The toilers turned dark
And lean, with only salt
That covered their wearied peel.
What a cruel guard is he?
To let the sun roar
Even when the moon is on duty.
I simply feel like the sun shines even during the night. Chennai is very similar to hell with the immense amount of heat felt. I can't blame nature, but pray to God for March showers again. So, my dear pal, stay hydrated and defeat the roaring ruler!
Happy reading! Adios:)
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