I dread the days of MAY,
Days full of the Sun's ray.
How do I thank the Sun so bright,
Whom I cant even see straight.
No question of a sneeze or the cool breeze,
Only sweat comes, when clothes I squeeze.
It may be dear for the sun flower plant,
But for me its like an unwished grant.
So eagerly waiting for December,
Then the days of May I shall not remember.
Raabia Tabassum
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