The Sun-torch lights the red Arabian sands, <br />And shafts of flaming light reflect off skyscrapers. <br />Every building like a bar of bright gold <br />And every road like still-burning ashes. <br />The heat and dust fuse in the dry exhaustible air. <br /> <br />People, melting in sweat and inhaling fire, <br />Cut down to exhaustion, to the ashes of the road <br />And to the scorching sands of red fury, <br />Stretch their hands out, their dry mouths open <br />For the sparkle of water. <br /> <br />A tiring day after another passes by, <br />And everyone's like a flame in a huge fire. <br />Weary faces and stumbling feet will go on <br />Till Summer has quenched her glaring anger. <br />Oh! its hot, hot, hot.<br /><br />Rex Mathew Mathew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heat-of-summer/
