The sky unveiled a sun of red-hot
Casting its embers upon us today
The skin browned and prickled with rot
And the sweat beads trickled down to play
A mirage of uncertainty before us
Amidst a place of no trees and breeze
Daydreaming only about the bus
If anyone who knows its whereabouts, please!
Over the years and years, we never thought to receive
The summer heat of this April something hard to believe.
-Arun Bahadur Gurung