TOADY LOVE

Love; in some, simply sprout out

as mushrooms

They seem to be responding to

favourable seasons

Otherwise under the mud

well covered their feelings

Hibernating like toads,

in winter freezing

You need to give them

special electric jolts

At least of four hundred

and forty volts

To make them realize

they are not toads

Who have come in this world

to simply goad

Leave them to fend

for themselves

In their small world of a

tightly shuttered well

They will hop out

only when hungry

Then feed them

five days old leftover turkey

Just relish the vibrations

in their bodies

Like John Travolta

doing tap dancing

This is the shock

I had just talked about

To get them back

to their senses fast

They will coo or whimper

like a puppy

Like cats rub themselves

on you very happy

Forget they were toads

dreaming under toadstools

Even accept that they were

bloody fools

Suddenly remember they had

promised to love you

Their interests apart from you

were only few

But never get trapped in their

well planned games

Keep jolting them dedicatedly

time and again

For it does not take them much time

to become a toad

These toads if kissed do not turn into Princes

who white horses rode.

©sunita grover raina2022

15/06/22

India

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