Exhausted , resting on the bed , it’s hot
hot summer , sweating , switch on the fan,
ceiling fan , white as snow white , falling in love with it ., i run it fast , medium , slow , as i choose , it runs .

They say , nothing is in our hands , it’s Gods will , may be , maybe not , in my hand , it revolves , as i choose , as i wish , doesn’t stop.

The pretty little fan , hung from the ceiling , obeys , it’s master , me , like a German Shepherd Hound , trained to obey it’s master .

It’s April , month of first showers , first showers of rain , to plough the land , for harvesting , it starts raining and raining , the room becomes cool , switch off the fan, walk out and drench myself , in the rain .

HOT SUMMER AND APRIL SHOWERS
mk