Complaint Poem by Nosheen Irfan


Rating: 5.0

I want the sun to minimize its fury
Its tropical vengeance scorches my wings
Rash is the last thing my face wants

I want the rain to time its outbursts well
My date was ruined last time I felt young
I can't jump over puddles to reach you

I want the winter to let its claws rust
My fingers are bitten red and blue
They call it chilblains I call it cruelty

I want seasons to modify their disposition
Their extremity spoils the temper of my city
Who wants a battle with weather
When you have other enemies?

Richard Wlodarski 07 August 2022

I love the way you juxtapose the forces of nature with human nature. The last 2 lines are profoundly funny. Brilliant write, Nosheen!

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Nabakishore Dash 07 August 2022

Bodacious poem dear Irfan.Even if one reduces his/ her enemies, still one can not fight the forces of nature.

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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh 06 August 2022

A poem to read time and again.So enjoyable!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 06 August 2022

Complaint, complaint and complaint, endless complaints! Loved the way you have presented things! 5 stars.

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Anil Kumar Panda 06 August 2022

The last stanza is beautiful and summarize the poem. Splendid ink. Nice share.

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Nosheen Irfan

Nosheen Irfan

Lahore, Pakistan
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