As I open the main door in the morning
I am greeted by chill air which makes freeze.
I walk down the path to gather the newspapers
which lie on the grass.
I return with a shiver down the adrenaline
sit in my patio to go through the news.
But really could not continue
as the wind is too cold.
My place is not in a region bound by wintry cold
but in the tropics where it is hot throughout,
I make good to the interiors. I then turn the tap
my fingers are bitten by the cold water that comes out.
I pull them out hurriedly. It is the regular phenomenon
during this part of the year,chill in the mornings
that turn hot towards the noon, Nature is steadfast.
It is we who treat her inhumanly.
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