I CAN’T

I CAN’T

I am not the type who can dedicatedly, regularly pray

My God too knows, this is not her accepted way

But then at times I have to change colours and do

Mumbling and grumbling I do and this is true

Flowers now I have to pick many from my garden

Somewhat my garden looks a miniature unplanned Eden

But I have some hidden dangerous enemies there

Always waiting to pounce on me, sweet dear

They love hovering and buzzing around

At times they throw me flat on the ground

Love nothing better than chase me for nuzzling

They come singing near, all over for pecking

How can I tell this to God dear, of mine

To free me from such chores, for all my life time

Whole day dear God I gossip and complain to you

Why make me a part of your boring praying crew

Today again is that day, when I have to do

To encounter my loving enemies, just for you

See the flowers are dancing and ‘They’ singing in glee

I wonder on whose side are you, wicked they or sweet me

Wow! You sent me a guard to save me from this fate

Love this big Chameleon merging with my garden gate

See all my shooing! and wooing! is not working but fails

I will not touch him , he might bite or lash me with his tail

Everything in this world happens as per your planning

Now I can’t pick flowers with this Gecko alike, in sun reclining

Forget about the flowers and forget about these rituals

Let us get back to gossiping and sign an agreement mutual.

05/06/22

India

Photo clicked today morning.