He Nailed Me
It is hard to believe in summer,
When a hard toil person wants to sleep,
When there was no Electricity,
And no fresh air was blowing.
I go to sleep at the roof,
Mosquito comes and sings a song,
It was very hard to tolerate,
Sweat baths a body and smells out.
Clear Sky seems a desert,
Where animals travel miles
To drink cool water,
And runs for survive.
I pump the water and takes bath,
Few minutes’ body gets rest and burns again,
I complained to God, what is this punishment?
He nailed me in cold where I repent for sunshine.
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