Belated response to Elga
They will be
just few hours
And the mighty November
Will speak!
Nine o'clock
and I am still restless!
Watching an ostentatious parade
of airplanes,
They cry they wail,
Then,
They fade away.
A recess and fly
A band of birds
Storks!!
May be!!
White they appear
before one half latent moon!
White and Grey...
The White, may be,
Fathers or mothers!!
I don't really compass!
Except
The Grey fly away,
Astray!!
I think they are
inexperienced!!
Soon....
November first
Will speak soon....
While I am waiting,
Am anticipating,
Helpless preachers!!!
Like them night birds
Just fade away!!!
Even when the weather
is burning my head!
And
Global warming
I think is here
to stay!!
Fain I revisit
Old Novembers!!
I was an honest child,
Then.
Rain revisiting
and we felt
the joy of the cold!
When my late father
will occupy
the simple fire source,
Loaded with
the glowing embers!
Embers we don't need now!!
Come Novembers!
As the heat persists
And out there,
It is:
Thirty six degrees centigrade!
Just
One day!
Before the advent of
November.
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