Hot Summer Day

It is forty degree centigrade Scorching heat everywhere Tap Water almost boils Heatwaves in the air The leaves on the roadside Have withered to sickly brown Fewer people on the roads Hot summer day in the town Only people who rejoice Are sherbet vendors in the streets Chilled fruit-drinks they sell Under cheap plastic sheets And there is another group Who enjoy their game every whit They are the young children Whether they win or lose it From the very morning They have played soccer In almost empty pavement In terrible heat a shocker Now they are exhausted Need plenty of water to bathe In water supply at their home They haven't much faith Innovative in whatever they do Now they open a hydrant pipe Water gushes out in speed Soon the issue is a hype To their heart's content they Lavish themselves with water Splashing sound of hydrant flow Mingles with the booming laughter People come out of office buildings At the excitement of the day Smile and say to one another ‘Didn't we play the same way’ September 7, 2017