On a less sunny day

On a less sunny day like today….

I dry up my hair standing in my balcony,
No hair dryer, no desire to have one either,
as the breeze rustle through your silk sari,
gently serenading your cheeks and face,

What brouhaha it frees from the
Melee of cocks crowing,
a painful, sincere mourning,
for a fellow crow trapped in a wire,


A sudden shudder, a fear of tornado
of rains, battening, shattering your dream,
What if the trees are uprooted by storm?
One hanging big coconut falls on the
Passersby unawares,

It is only a fear, assuaged by less warming sun,
fear goes westward along with the Sun.