The gods must be crazy

to have let the Sun shine

and let the rains follow

both down unto the ground

to dry and drench later

the ground under them.

From these two from above

and from the ground below

sprout and spring in spring

flora in flourishing variety.

The same Sun with the same rain

nurture together the chilli and the cherry;

one bitter, the other sweet,

the lil’ mushroom and the towering oak;

the sweet mushroom along its poisoned toadstool cousin;

the creeping creepers of poison mingling

with the nourishing crawling melons….

The sugarcane grows, same with the bitter leaf

spewing forth different juices….

one sweet, the other bitter,

Some come with aesthetics and splendor

others in lack-luster’d décor.

Like the coral flower and the corpse flower.

Oh! So many issues… and many more issues

clashing by their clandestine whim,

the caprice of the gods…

So many issues

in my upstairs… clashing,

now they are making me crazy

the gods are making me crazy

as I try to fathom their vicarious designs….