June is the cruelest month of the year
Hot and the pangs of separation we bear.
When the temperature soars to the sky
Owing to vacations my love is ready to fly.
I am left in scorching sun to suffer alone
My love to a distant village already gone.
The days pass slow with nothing to enjoy
Then I remember the whole month of July
The vacations are to be enjoyed but alas!!!
Without her how can these hot days pass..