Today

Today, As I was walking, I crushed a midge with my Newly coloured lips – The same lips I once kissed you with. After a pondering second, I concluded, I was mistaken; I should have kissed The blood sucking punkie With passion instead… Today, The wind was brisk Spraying dust into my eyes, On the wings of death’s head hawk It spurted burning floods… But, the dampened; it soon dried, And my tears were not for you. Even if the irritation makes Me squint for a while or more… Today, As I was eating On a shaded wooden bench, The insect military invaded my meal. A good swat with a newspaper proved Insignificant - just as the trampled ant was. I imagined it was you, as the headlines Hurtled from above, this time, You were helpless… With modesty dear, Let me apologise for my bitterness. See, it is only my mood for Today…