In this
heat, I sweat profuse.
I splash
water at my armpits
The nape of
my neck
And
shameless, over my genitals.
On the bed,
in the nude
I fart and
sigh, happy.
The dogs
lie legs up in the air,
Too tired
to smell the wind.
I choke at
the chilled lemonade
Gurgling
down my throat.
Out in the
portico, a crow
Dips its beak
and then jumps
Into the
clay pan, splashing in the water.
I wish I
were a fish,
Swishing my
tail, chilling
With the
mermaids.
But then,
the fish are dying
And the
birds and bees too.
Soon, we
too would, for sure.
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Balachandran V, Trivandrum 29.04.2016
