Only the Sun prevailed
But he was not the usual
Warmer of hearths and hearts,
Nor the radiant grace of vision
That swam into our ken at dawn
He ruled with a Celsius power
Searing all pulsing life
To a shrunken death.
Space, water and wind, heat-soused
And not in their element,
Were hushed to a boiling coma
The old fool struck Rajasthan
To strokes of merciless doom.
Man, bird and beast
Turned a rising mercury
Of dumb despair
But none could nab
The visible immemorial scorcher
For his crime in broad day light
Of his debased glory,
As he held his scalding summit
With none but he
To preside over.