The Storm.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Maimed and muted under the umbrella coat,
distant lightening afraid of this daring insulate,
the stuffed life wire feel the warmth and heat,
the rubber sandal clutter with the puddles,

the passing cars have the reason to splash,
the xenon lights are bright and merciless,
blackened cloud get to the beauticians,
vanishing cream pour on it to be white,

wind changes its name to shake the leaves,
the giant tropical trees sway their hips,
the perfect street lights can't hide the shades,
the elongated puppet trees dance as the wild kids,

the free umbrella lets the water to drop,
the handle fails to hold, but wet the hand,
The scarf wrapped I phone yet to know its fate,
The drenched legs neither swear nor sweat,

The two tiny Shrines inhabitants may be awake,
or may have slept, after the whole day's hard tasks,
the intermittent traffic lights play with three charts,
maimed and muted walks fast to her destinations,

there is a bus stop, where buses often stop,
to pick and deliver the consignment prompt,
the willows are not tamed, the rain shows its greed,
the eyelid are moist, the wet hand wipes it.! ! !