Hot As Hell Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque
Hot As Hell
The weather today is just hot as hell,
The sweat's dying to surface,
As if in an endless race,
Against nature's ever fresh well.
Heat can't ever be avoided,
Unless one is literally lifeless,
A condition none has the power to suppress,
Since all the endeavours know of one end, dead.
The momentary presence of Dante's inferno,
Reminds us again, it's really hard to let it go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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