Fine but cols winds blowing,
The sun\’s smile fading away,
The land\’s face frowning with darkness,
Sheep heading home,
Yearning for a cold rest in a shed,
Markets and shops closing,
Alcoholics singing their usual song-
\”I got enough money to buy everyone here!\”
Here I am meditating…
Traffic crazy with rush hours,
Disco lights on and bold,
Skinny and curvy dancing to the beat,
Ancient trousers owners in control of the dance,
The D.J scratching the plates to the climax,
I am just seated…
Utensils at work while fires are on fire,
Onions bring forceful sorrowful mood,
Cooking spoon co- ordinating,
Vegetables suffering from sharp ruthless knives,
My Tammy just waiting…
TV\’s mouth at work,
Addressing it\’s daily admirers- the eyes,
Remote suffering pressing,
Aerial suffers searching and scanning,
Who admires the TV?
Who presses for the search and scanning?
mmmmmh just guess…
Mouth watering,
Spoon and plate well displaying,
Something for a Tammy,
Hands and teeth at work,
A warm shower refreshes,Sheets lay lazily on a bed,
All these in whose favour?
Me!!!!!!
Oops I am still in a bus.
Come back to reality Irene!
©@Irene K
