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.
******
Balachandran V, Trivandrum 29.04.2016
Well captured.
ReplyDeleteBut why is it that everyone seem to complain about the heat?
I'm sure we anticipated this:
When we built our concrete houses
When we bought more vehicles
When we looked away when some one cut down trees
When we celebrate any event with crackers and blasts
I do suffer the heat.
But I don't complain. Because I deserve it.
Pity the birds and animals who suffer for something they didn't do.
Again, well captured.
Sree,Mia culpa, though not fully. Except for a car bought at the ripe old age of 57, I am not guilty of the rest! But yes, the humanity is and being a despicable Me, I stand guilty too! I have copies your lines on my Facebook page. Would you be one of those who graze on the FB fields? If yes, check me out - Bala Chandran.
DeleteI exist on FB, but not alive.
ReplyDeleteI checked out your page though.
Back to Trivandrum? Or shuttling between Nagercoil and Trivandrum.
Hope you still have your old number: the one that ends with 368.
What Sreejith says is true to its roots.We are the offenders and defenders while the other beings also bear the bitterness of our deed.Well said about heat.
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ReplyDeleteGreat post.Had nice Time reading it. Thank you
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