Gust of wind

Gust of wind returns crying-
on the banks of the Gomati and Mahananda
In this heat of summer-
pedestrian lost his sense,
looking steadfastly towards the open sky.

No air is circulating somewhere else,
which will provide
a little bit of relief,
The octogenarian female  beggar
still turning from door to door-
with convex shoulder, obese body.

Exhale with sigh
oarsman of the boat docks in on the shore-
because, to cross to the other side,
no one is waiting on the quay.

The earth is caught in a pause
Will the drought be last much longer?