The land under the scroching sun.

The land under the scorching sun.

The scroching sun,
was tormenting the land
and turned into a furnace.

The living beings were suffering.
The non living beings were burning
and the sun was with merciless face.

I was standing by a barren land.
A crow was sitting on a scarecrow,
exhausted under the blaze.

All the windows of the houses were shut.
As if I was standing in a deserted land
and struggling against sun rage.

Suddenly I heard voice of a bird,
from a long distance.
Let me knew the existence of life.