Need Cool Air Poem by Adeeb AlFateh

It's noon
I'm on the way of Shahbagh
Before the National Museum
Pineapple, Mango, Litchi
scatter their scent,
Sweetest flavor of Jackfruits
loots my nostrils

Gluttonous flies
flying over the seasonal foods

The summer sun
fries my skin; oh its burning hot
No air is flowing
Your fair makeup is gluing,
sweating, blowing

Fearless the dog in supine
In the crowded it closes its eyes
Global warm pierces it, need cool air! '