Who I Am? Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Foliages and greeneries are burnt,
forest fire is caused,
ice cream, cooling devices needed,
electricity bills are raised.

Rainless dryness every where,
all are avid for cold water.
Scorching and sweltering heat,
aetiology of dehydration, anxiety.

Loo blows in the mid day,
people want me to go away.
They don't like me, any way,
but I linger on to their dismay.

They take me as their tormentor,
in fact, I am a benefactor.
I create clouds in the sky,
act as their saviour,
remind them the worth of water,
I am that summer,
I am that summer.