Toads In Rain! Poem by Hira Ahsan

Two toads in rain
stout bellies, puffed eyes
shouting loud for plenty
with swollen glands on
empty road
hopping here, hopping there
still not full remains
their appetite so dear

I wish I could be
one of them, sort
of inhuman, filthy alien

Good are they, alters we are
Lurking stand we, on earth
Camouflaged devils we are

As freely move the toads
Caught in hinges and bars, we are
The masters of concealing art