I wrote it during the spell of unusual wet weather in Chennai. Edited it a little later. Now the weather being what it is in Northern India, thought you all might enjoy it.
Best, Rumjhum MY TAKE ON THE SUN 1/ The Talking This soggy mess, this inept bunch of forecasters and that Sun! I can't even take my customary morning walk so let me throw caution to the winds and invite His High and Mightiness, Mister Hot Balls himself ask him to give me company What is that cheat doing up there? He's perched himself like a golden parrot gaily swinging in his cobalt cage, with a sheet of clouds below to catch his droppings! I can almost see that lazy lout stretching out a long clawed foot and plucking a comet delicately A treat he eschews like a chilly pepper freshly plucked from the shrub. He had his fun with Kunti, wretched woman that she was. Now he is having fun with us! 2/ The Walking Yes. A walkabout with the sun could be fun. I will Dress up in a black track suit and wear sun shades to match, So he won't be able to steal the show. Now imagine us, Two pictures of contrast walking side by side and here's The best part: I could actually use him to grill a fish or two Snatched from the sea before sunrise. How about some crabs as well? I could bake those in the sand when Sunny Boy sits down to let the foam swipe his toes. I could offer him some groundnuts provided he offers to roast them for me. I ought to give him something to quench his thirst with - tender green coconut with a pink striped straw? 3/ The Hawking Imagine all the tourists flocking in to get a free tan - rows and rows of naked buttocks whiter than clams getting ruddier by the turn, and our footprints burning on the sand. And gulls with shells in their beaks, neatly parted to show the meat, florid lobsters frisking each other in the ocean, boiling around discarded groundnut shells, plastic bags, paper cups, stuff that mess up the sea. Now the Sun would see to that stuff getting recycled into fine dust particles as white as the bleached dead corals. 4/ The Stalking We would resume our walk again, westward ho! And, this time I would stride beside him - a guide, a friend, a comrade in arms. And the Sun and I would tramp past rows of traffic snarls burning the city buses to cinders, turning the cars into can-openers crisping the bikes till they melted into garden tools, and furrowed through loose earth. Free up the roads - Literally hundreds of shiny bicycles let loose pinging their bells past brisk feet. This time though, I would be the black shadow chasing the Sun back to his rightful place, singing, "hut tut tut tut." And tie a cow bell round the Sun's flaming neck. © Rumjhum Biswas November 2005 -- You are encouraged to post poetry, respond critically to the poems circulated and participate in discussions. To post, email your message to ZESTPoets@yahoogroups.com OR post online at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTPoets/post/ Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ZESTPoets/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
