A Fiery Chilly Poem by V P Mahur

Chilly is like a naughty child
Thoughtless
And sometimes wild
Its reddish color is
An enticement
An invitation
To come and taste
It never wastes its charm
For those who are
Not interested

Chilly is like a hazard
Which look so simple
When it comes
But becomes severe
As is further booms
Vanishing the sense of joy

In fact we must develop
A new breed of chilly
On which
It must be written
How fiery it is
So that before using
People may be aware
And don’t fall into the trap