In the Summer of 2016
K. Radhakumar *
Here the temperature goes
As high as forty eight degrees Celsius
And I always have a late night.
Water boils at 1000.
48 is almost half of 100
And 48 is extremely hot.
A kettle was boiling.
Out came a steam engine
From the bubbling and boiling water.
An Englishman rode the crest of the sight.
A poet in the summer!
My poem!
My summer poem!
It came and went away.
Nothing remains
Not even a faint smile.
It now boils down to domestic chores.
Here we use words
That make no sense
In the southern hemisphere.
Here we have a chain of actions
And none of us has taken responsibility for it.
I do not feel
As if I belong here,
The place where I was born.
The wall clock has begun to whirr
And I know it is going to strike the hour.
Stock taking at death's door!
My life seems like a bad dream.
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on June 11, 2016.
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