THE IRONICAL WEATHER – a poem

A blog that I had written long ago but never publicized it...

Just yesterday, 24th of April 2010, I was coming back after surviving a very tensive situation. I had just given a group viva and was walking back to the hostel on the pathway. It was a viva on a design assignment that I and my group members had done for the partial fulfillment of the the course called Microprocessor Programming and Interfacing. Though the assignment was quite a fun to do, the viva was equally not. It was about 6 o' clock when the weather suddenly changed. Black clouds, cool wind, dusky weather, it was the kind of weather LOVED by me. For the last 2 months, I have been pinned by the intense heat and humidity of the typical Goan summer without a respite. And here it was, what I had long wished for… As i enjoyed the weather, a small poem began to evolve in my mind… I further extended it later just to satisfy my urge and enjoy the weather to the fullest. So here it is,

THE IRONOCAL WEATHER

Oh what a pleasent weather

Oh what a cool sway

Mesmerism at its crest

While i sleepwalk through my way

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“Beware”, says the cloud,

“I am here for you to scare”

He roars a thunder loud

And says “Bad times are there”

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I said “Halt, ohh mighty cloud

What wrong have i done”

He roars back aloud,

And says “The sin is your fun”

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He says “Ohh my petty child

Your bygone past is such

Amusements should have been mild

But you have had too much”

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“You havent fared at all,

for the last 2 years or so

You are about to fall

Cause your scores are very low”

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“Its better if you know,

Now its time to moil.

Your burdens you have to tow

Harder each day to toil”

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I said “oh my saviour cloud

I have the courage to cope”

Infront of him I bowed

And said…

“Just give me a ray of hope”