Hugs, cuddles, warns and stays me

in

Like too affectionate a dear

 

Slithering its way down

F

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T

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Snaking out into the street,

Anacondas in a minute,

Amazon in an hour

 

Leave the shutters unshut

And the door ajar

Turn up the fan or the AC

To get more from excess

Hot coffee is man’s best friend

Dry fruits, the best conversation

Wool, the most faithful partner

And outdoors, a lost battle

 

The dog has just come in

Bringing its own rain with it

Trees are beyond themselves

Shaking off malarial fits

 

A dark sick cloud

All wrapped up in wools

Sneezes out a lightning

Then slams the door

Would rather miss the party

 

Power is gone, darkness, in and out.

 

Like a Zambian tribal dancer

Wearing flowy white skirts

Whirling and suddenly sitting down

On the audience,

A quick flash

Signals death for some

Holidays for those left out