Reminiscences of recurring cyclones swirls tongue,
Augmenting shock to the already terrific, poor lung.
Weathernews invades the little space left for the curd
Media leads our way toppling the real reasoning cowherd
Corona counts take the corner seat in the critics’ cartoon.
The rotten reek of radish rampage fragrant garden
Though elixir drenches earth vaporizing men’s burden,
There is sombre sadness, akin to bitter medicine, a penalty.
Ramshackle, needy rodent’s residence receive no remedy
Tauktae breaks more green limbs before crossing the fence
Relieved we stroll out to embrace the cerulean calm sky
Should we extend help, hearken the neighbour’s cry
Or be happy of our save- dichotomy and mushrooms bloom
Rain, are you nature’s boon or a harbinger of gloom?
Shamefaced I bow in utmost guilt; we are to be blamed.
No cops could tame this hit-and-run mischief mongers’ bold shout
How sad and intriguing- sigh it’s another dichotomy I breathe out.