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Summer Rains

SUMMER RAINS


I.
The cruel heat of summer months
Char the earth
As it heats up,
Burning
Degree by degree.
The air with gasses pollute
The lungs, the heart,
The inner soul.
Dryness and death
And cremation.
Bodies burnt within seconds
Of their long drawn birth.
Summer prevails
Year long, life long
With no relief.
Barren is the land,
Seething in angst.
The hope of Resurrection,
Closer yet distant.
Release is but a myth -
Another legend from the
Fancy of Man.

II.
But then welcomes man
A cool breeze from the West,
Bringing news of rain and shower
And the fragrance of birth and love
And the touch of green robes
Brushing the skin.
The lush spirits of the leaves
Breathe life,
Leaping from the boughs
That once held them back.
The sky is covered in a misty blue.
Water kisses the land below
Quenching its thirst,
Soaking the very roots
That once lost faith.

No soul gasps -
But each breathes in the air
Stepping away from the ashes
That chained them.
Hope is sown into the land
And Heaven, as the farmer
Showers its gentle rain below
While the soul looks upwards
To be born anew.

- Maryam Kaleem

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