Hugs, cuddles, warns and stays me
in
Like too affectionate a dear
Slithering its way down
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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
