Deep Adhya, PhD

It is so hot because the summer sun shines, Thank you for reading I hope it rhymes. I wish I could peel off my skin to cool down, This is silly so please don’t frown. I wish it was cooler my brain is boiling, Words float about but non sense forming. Why isn’t there a fan for when there is no breeze, A chest of ideas in my brain I keep but lost the keys. When it was cold I had to wear a hat, Started to write when I wish I could chat. My hat is a roller rolling a grassy pitch, Used to rolling out ideas I wish I had ditched. Things dissolve in summer sweat when the hair is waxed, So I take a different stand and then my lobes are taxed. It becomes heavy and the hair fall like autumn leaves, Surprised you have read this far ignoring all my peeves. The weather is never perfect my patience always shot, I am indebted for your patience over the lines I have wrought. And my head always aches or my belly or back, Pens dwell in my drawer by no means...

You smell so good I could marry you, Cupped in my hands I would carry you, Your magic on my tongue takes my breath away, You fill me with warmth that doesn't go away. Your earthy colour in the cup, Keeps me level through my downs and ups, Strong from Kenya or Columbian fruity, Sitting inside my cup you are always pretty. Why then do you give me such a sweat, And in my mind only create disquiet? Then make my heart think it is so much fun, To babble about, and run, run, run! Do I not pay you homage still, That you make me take the bitter pill? And do I not take all your flavours in, That you have to spike it with caffeine? What cruel injustice this world is, That I cannot drink my coffee in peace, And enjoy the Kenyan or Columbian treat, Without having to drink the decaffeinated s#!t.