Summer: Two sides of one coin

Summer

A season of distress

A season of prayers

A season of anxious hope

As burning sun and his naughty games

Leaves everyone at their edge of irritation

As the droplets of water, vanish to the sky

In its new avatar of bearded clouds

Curses, thrown aplenty with painful agony

As the thermometers sore to new heights

Scientists and activists

Blames it on the shoulders of global warming

But, it’s the suffering season for all those

Living without the comfort of air conditioners

Or unable to escape to cooler pastures for vacations

While those who got the savings and riches

Packs their bags and moves to those greeny patches

To enjoy the lighthearted sunshine or enchanting rains

Or to embrace the winter in other hemisphere

They pass their time getting their exquisite

Tanned skins on those golden beaches

Sipping on those juices and cocktails of fun

Away from the sweat and fear of doomed days

The safaris take them towards the jungle

To show the final pieces of nature and animal left

While others wander in quest of entertainment

Glories in those casinos and other festivals

Learning the glorious histories and cultures

Romancing and pleasing lovers by shelling currencies

Yeah, it is the one side of a coin called life

A side of celebration at its envying best

While on the other side

Fields crack upside than any turning cricket pitch

Without the traces of priceless water

The dreams of another bumper crop

Vanished up to the sky right in front of their eyes

While tears rained down on to those fields

A helpless expression of discontent

As wells dried up, villagers struggled to fill their pots

With that precious liquid, vital for surviving

They travel the distances to bring the juice of life

Alongside those deserted highways

Crumbled animal skeletons lay in peace

Thirsty hearts crave for mercy of nature

They begged for cool breeze and blessing from heaven

A refreshing rain to quench

The deadly thirst of this biosphere

As heat waves kept taking away countless souls

To the gardens of heaven

This is the celebration of gloom and deaths

There is only a simple wish left, an end to this summer

Gruel some period of torture

But, it’s beyond the begging hands of sufferers

To control the powers of this nature

This poem is written for participating in Bridget Chumbley's One Word at a Time Blog Carnival . Please Visit and see the diverse thoughts on summer. 

Sun,Where are you?

Its summer,

The time to see the sun,

At his scintillating fury!

Hang on, where is he?

It’s been quite a while,

Since I had the glimpse of him.

Poor chap,

He is hiding behind

Those dreadful clouds.

The harvesting season is near,

But where are you?

It’s the time farmers needed you.

But, you let them down,

You heated up those seas

And they steamed up to the sky

Look, how they are diving down

Like freefalling skydivers to the earth

Yes, it’s the summer rain!

Everyone thought it’s a routine one,

Now, all are counting days

Where are you, sun?

Every field filled with water

Destroying the hard-earned yield

Plunging the farmers to the heap of loss

How will you compensate them for their tears?

All their dreams were spoiled

Still hoping for your return

To salvage something out of those flood waters

Those children who hoped to play around

During their very summer vacation

Have no choice but to sit at home

Waiting for you

Those birds who were about to migrate

All drenched up in your absence

All those dried up plants dancing in green tunes now

Yet you are hiding behind those clouds?