Haughty May Poem by vidyut chakraborty

She is too hot after Miss April.
You deserve her if not desire.
Miss April turns Mrs. May
You fail to follow her.

All your romance end,
when your need and greed do meet.
You discover a third one
A hot May indeed.

Sun the Want bothers not,
what pockets of earth bind?
Water becomes perspiration,
May remains unkind.

But never neglect her she needs you,
To reshape, redeem and reset.
At the end you get showers in eyes
Rain, deluge of late.