It is mid November
hard to believe
with the sun as hot
the weather very warm
a different November
it is altogether.
My old watchman
wore a sweater
tied a muffler careful he was
to cover his ears,.
Coughed on and off.
I see him move with none
of these this year..
Recognise a changed scenario
both in nature and behaviour.
Monotony settles with a compulsion.
The warming comes
from within. Our mindless
ways and means
are the offenders.
I need not elaborate.
it being an unpoetic justice.
Meenas Poems 