Lively Monsoon

To kill themselves over the dim oil lamp
Moths arrived as dusk befell
Their dead wings spreading a mat on the floor.

From the invisible crevices of the mud wall
Battalion of ants broke out
Their bulging eyes scrutinizing the corners.

Crawling on their dorsum, limbs high
Hum as wild as a rumble,
Beetles spread their pungent odor.

Pride of a thousand limbs
Millipedes conquered the sinks
Their nauseating vividness creeping all over.

Termites ,this year, are too early
Crippled shelves and broken doors
Their cries drilling the ears.

Frogs and toads engaged in orchestra
Slimy snails moistening the floor
And as monsoon arrived,
Our days and nights are lively
Among these chatters and babbles
Secure we feel, though insecure.

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

3 thoughts on “Lively Monsoon

  1. Sana Rose

    And how many times we cry out loud, “Eww….!” 🙂 but this poem makes all these little creatures quite interesting. Good eye for detail, Fathima..


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