Not the night you'd fancy,
thermometer is restless so are the mosquitoes,
lizards peeping out from the cracks on the wall
more are hidden behind the book shelf
having the time of their life.
Dolly's singing silver and gold,
it's still very true for I'm the owner of none.
I look for fun
in the Indian Constitution,
yes i do,
well, cause i have to!
It's never ending ...
I'm becoming an expert
in nailing the mosquitoes down.
Till it's way past midnight,
i crave flap jack,
i want to go bed
but not wanting to sleep
and not wanting
to get up in the morning too
It's a topsy turvy world!
4 comments:
haha... I miss the Delhi heat :D
But if I am in any such hot and terrible place, writing a poem would be the last thing on my mind lolz. I have to admire you for that. Cheers.
thanks,the heat & i are doing quite well tee hee hee
i reckon this is what they call lack of choice ;-)
summer in delhi is no joke.. seriously...
This is a nice poem, so expressive of the situation. I quite relate to it.
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