Unapologetic Weather
by Parizo Van Thulare
Ohh! poor stratosphere
Your are no longer clear as you used to be
too much fear ,not feeling safe as we used to be
One minute you roar
The next 60 minutes you are rare
What have we done to you?
This days you have changed
I can see by your looks
You are starring at us like crooks
You have turned weather broadcasting machines into fools
They roll like a needle in a wool
For How long do we have to sleep starring at the roofs ?
Somedays you send heat to skin us live
Sometimes you send these unapologetic storms to bury us alive
No weatherforcast knows your pattern
As confused we are ,
We are just waiting to see what will happen
Taking us all won't help
Have Mercy ,
there are far more things to dwell
Copyright © Paris Thulare | Year Posted 2019
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