Summer Sun, As If I'm In Burning Furnace Poem by Adeeb AlFateh

Dhaka city
under the temperate zone of the earth
my favorite city

the ultramodern buildings
there grow step by step,
two sides are full of bricks walls of palace
I'm pedestrian in them

Oh! The summer sun
nowadays
becomes very cruel

It fires
the building walls
though rainy season sets in
there's no meeting of rain drops,
no gentle weather

It seems
I'm backing pizza in the burning furnace,
summer sun burns me,
makes me dry fish