Fear of November 1

A picture I received on Whatsapp
from a hotel room in Hyderabad.

Mr. Winter and his Wife

have been harming me for years.

The W of Mr. Winter and the W of his Wife

They both bewitch the W of my Windows

which refuse to move, refuse to talk.

The couple fill my eyes with dread

when I watch them

kill little kittens and puppies

With utmost impunity

Poison all good food with cold staleness

Send electric shocks in the shower

and burn any touchwood ever uttered

They roar, haul, and haunt houses in twilight

They laugh loudly as the trees shrink their leaves

to spread them back only when they are long gone.

The stone-cold savages know no grace

They are molesters who go on

scratching scalps and sucking the skin dry

I am not sure if Mrs. Winter is aware of the lips

Mr. Winter has been biting, indiscriminately.

I have seen Mrs. Winter freezing time,

so that the world stops and only her husband makes progress.

Mr. Winter on the other hand pompously promenades

in his creamy white half-coat

ruining fashion for everybody else.

They electrocute all land and cut off

communication lines.

They take no risks of protests.

For years I have been the 'W' of watching

watching them as they vandalize the clear sky

with fog and haze, embarrassing every gaze

Every year, they have been leveling up their game

use smoke, the air, and the land against us, without any shame

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