Temperature

Temperature

As I walk the thronged city amidst hot pellets of winds,
even all the perfumes of Arabia would not wipe my sweat,
the cool cotton sari as supposed to have been gifted
by my paramour who is an expert in necromancy
as imagined by a libidinous bitch, would not keep me cool,
for the heat of summer is emitting fire like boiling cauldron,
methinks sin in all its forms blows, blows in the summer winds,
yonder the thatched roof of a school catches fire,
innocent children run helter-skelter,
yes! innocence always pays for the misdeeds of somebody,
I run to the shop to quench my thirst,
to my surprise a lizard in coca cola bottle,
The goddess of nemesis would form a psunami
p is silent for perfection is also silent
before she engulfs all the sinister in her ire.