It is cold summer
So cold with sweat
Choking breathe
And surfing heat
I feel a lot of nothingness
Where I born
And where I will be dead
Eating life long bread
My life is sown in my soil
Thus I bloom and bear fruits
May it happen likely
That I never sprout
Nothing will be come out
I shall remain with all without .
Anil Kumar Sharma 21/08/2014