The sun is hot, scorching
Burning my skin, burning me
Yet I do not feel the heat,
Feel the blisters on my skin
Harsher suns have burnt my heart,
Killed my feelings,
Left me empty and full of longing
And life seems to have lost
All its meaning…..
Satarupa Rudrapal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-is-hot/
