Poems

Climate change

What’s climate change Dad?

The son asked when it looked bad

Ask your Mom I am busy

He is not busy but very lazy

Said the Mom and hugged the Son

I will tell you if you promise not to run

I won’t run but I must have some fun

No fun when I talk about moon and sun

Ok, your time starts now

The son ordered. Here and now

The Mom began..you want rain

But it won’t rain and you wait in vain

I don’t get you complained the son

Now listen and don’t jump the gun

It is like this…there will be summer

And the winter too, but it will come when it should be summer

That means if winter comes…..the son ran off saying….

If grandma is mad

Can Mom be wise?

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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