Desire For A U N Session On My Love Poem by Abid Anwar

In five-star hotels, the damsels swirl in the swimming pool,
Herds of buffalo have mud-water to soothe and cool;
There's nothing like these for me beneath the cruel sky,
As trees in bushfire, the climate has chosen me to fry.

Often I resort to a woman to forget my pain,
We play the game of heart for mutual gain,
Now it deems her touches emit a hellish flame;
Autumns are drawn back to the summer's claim.

Dear Mr. U N, I demand a session in your floor
To raise my voice—the world must heed a tiger's roar;
Global warming may burn this earth, bring it to ruin,
Tell your climate not to touch my lady, my queen.