June is the month cruelest,
River burnt out, parched land deadliest.
Dry leaves, writhing in pain,
Gleans from the faces drain.
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dude...come out of the place you stay in delhi and see around....i think u have imagined far too worse than wat exits...and u can't do much about climate can you...but that doesn't make delhi Thar....
A nice poetic tribute to worn and torn Delhi! Right now the common man is suffering the most, with steep rise of essential commodities! Commonwealth Games no longer interests him or me! One must not bite more than one can chew! For sharing this poem, - thank you! -Raj