Monday, November 21, 2005

Tropical Afternoon

 


Lazy afternoon


Gentle puffs of balmy breeze


Stirring the rustle of crispy dry leaves


Scattering, rolling across pavement


Sparrows merrily gossiping with mynahs


Pigeons cooing at each other about lunch


And wind chimes tinkling


The minutes


Counting it away


Like the shopkeeper


Flicking beads on his abacus


 


Giving way


To sudden dust laden gusts


And rolling dark clouds


Droplets on the hot tarmac


Sizzle into little spurts of steam


Twirling crispy dry leaves


Into miniature whirlwinds


Chased off unceremoniously


By a sweeping downpour


That lasts but a mere minute


And leave us sweating again


On the humid five-foot-way


 


Wondering whether to move on


Or stay


To while out the rest of the day


Watching the foamy rivulets flowing by


Along the roadside gullet


And the steam rising


From the road surface

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