three huge spoonfuls of chocolate horlicks
as i stir the heap in a tall glass of foamy milk
the heap getting metamorphosized into defiant chunks
and the chunks very reluctantly disintegrating into granular mass
its amazing to see how much resistance they offer
as u try to tame them down
bully them with a vigorous stirring tempest
swoosh ....
they ll churn n girdle n even give a tiny bleep bleep
who knows what they trying to say
if at all they are
but they put up this useless fight anyways
:)
the earth is scalded and the resolute clouds
wating up above
forbidden by some unknown force
not to pour at all
the scraggy edges being smouldered by flame-like anger
charred and wasted totally
it will not rain at all
and they all know of this celestial connivance
everything living here is just on the mercy
of the supreme bosses
who would take a call if it ll ever rain again
grim
is the mood earth has
as she takes everything in her stride
they won't give her even a drop of water
they won't even let her heal her burnt embers
they won't even let the wind whisper a word of comfort
all she knows is that she has to endure
like a city ravaged and plundered by dacoits
wishing and waiting
to rise like a phoenix
her strength is her weapon
as she readies herself for all their assaults
and all the vagaries of nature
a time will be coming when it ll all be lush
and green
and alive and supple
she knows it through all her years in the sun
as she stands in her stoic resolve
and fortitude
she breathes to stay
to endure and conquer
and face all such days
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