aditya

The fiery sun of our southern town

Burnt us brown, wore us down,

We hated and feared its baleful frown!

We  abused it with our choicest curses-

Trying to stay cool, emptied our purses;

Instead of fruit we ate salted preserves-

Ran out of electricity and fuel resources.

Yet the town grew tall apartment shoots:

Dug itself deep subway routes;

As a last hope, capped each high- rise tower

With solar panels to tap the awesome power

Of the sun.

How rich and cool is our southern town–

Flaunting the sun now-like a golden crown!

 

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