chalo, mitti pao*

the sun, pupil shrinking bright
cold, piercing bones, touching soul
some moving sprightly
tsunami will be unleashed if they don't
others languid, feeding pigeons

over there, dark laden clouds
ominous tidings
rewarding rich, striking the poor
nature, not fair!
why nature, are we...?

the blind and deaf cleric
conditioned, to rain fear and fury
after being told
'to you, your grave: to me, mine'
clueless, cue-less, c--t-less

.......................and
listless, languorous, limp
vainly control covetous
not knowing........

*c'mon, throw mud