Hot Man Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran

Hot Man
after his bath
rose up
from the bottom horizon
wearing
a scarlet piece
of cloth

As he went up
he changed over to
a golden robe

As he reached
the top of his climb,
his pinnacle,
disrobing stood tall
assumed
a silvery stance

you won't be able
to look at his nakedness,
your eyes would turn
yellowish
powerless

Looking towards
the sky
dogs started
barking

Bothers who?

He would embark on
his voyage down
collecting all
his robes
soon to reach...

''Wait! Wait!
Standing up gazing
at the scorching
sunlight
you have heated up
your brain
you start raving;
I shall place
a pack of ice
on your head
right now! ''

''No ice,
you place some
ice cream, please! '

December 23,2022