SOMETIMES IN MARCH

Sometimes in March
The rain is so heavy
Night time refuses to come
Long wait for supper
But she needs one more leg
A tripod stand-pivotal inside-out
The protruding rumbling tummy
Needs palliative touches
The white-robed stethoscope holders
Are lost in thought
Why the sun should refuse to set?
With the bright cloud
Crying all through
…but this child must be born

Sometimes in March
The happenings and happenstances
The inexhaustible vortex of human existences
The variegated events in the tummy
The motley inhabitants of her habitat
The scorching moon
Tomfooleries of various colour
The vagaries of the weather
Vadose occupying its unusual position
Shikaras are no longer flat-bottomed
All conspired against an innocent soul
One thing has no shred of dubitation
The signs are ominous
…but this child must be born

Sometimes in March
No more vaginectomy
Knives and scissors become useless
Stethoscope hanging dutiless
People must hear this
The forest trees must dance naked
The hefty cow must be led by a slaughter
Plates must be plenteous
The edibles must scramble for attention
Food varieties must submit their resumes
People must screen food to eat
For oral cavities
The busy time has come
Anuses must not be left behind
Night must come quickly
The party must begin soon
But why?
…the child is born