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?
Bodacious poem dear Irfan.Even if one reduces his/ her enemies, still one can not fight the forces of nature.
Complaint, complaint and complaint, endless complaints! Loved the way you have presented things! 5 stars.
The last stanza is beautiful and summarize the poem. Splendid ink. Nice share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way you juxtapose the forces of nature with human nature. The last 2 lines are profoundly funny. Brilliant write, Nosheen!