Ironies of life

Since morning
the firmament
seems to be in
a state of ferment

to rain
or  refrain
is the great
debate

there are
breezy ,onerous
propositions
followed
by thunderous
loud,oppositions

Despite
the fight
we still gain
plentiful rain



Prem Gully
washes cars down
Occasionally
he mows the lawn

Rain and slush
create grass plush
mowing forever
In sun and in rain
Prem forgets the car
nothing to lose/gain

An umbrella
bright and new
carried by my belle
found lying askew

underneath the bed
the day it has rained
carried everyday
forgotten (only) today
that's what i am told
and today is wet and cold

On my sodden bed I lie
and wonder on irony
which is far from over
As i sit and write here

My mom-in-law wonders
"What do you write , eh ?"
"Mainu  kadi dikha diya kar"
( Show it also  to me)

You know I was an English teacher
But now I talk in vernacular

I get up and carry
do not at all tarry
umbrella in squelch
to avoid being drench(ed)

Guess what! the rain's gone
Out comes the bright sun
They say a mum's a seer
Me a fool without peer