Fluttering fingers flicking
the wisps,
Scattered particles helplessly
staring like zombie.
Denizen of dispersal !
Scattering without gathering ?
Littering innocent sleeping shore
with specks, refuse and
wastages,
Preventing the marine beings
from feasting on unsolicited
booties,
While reigning over the aquatics
casia.
Fishes glorying beneath your
stool,
Celebrating in their splendid
splendor,
Cherishing your inordinate
habitat encroachment,
Relishing the cool bustling
breeze,
Stuttering intermittently over
natural abuse while your
fingers beating the tombola
drum of indifference.
Legion of blue blunting busied
parading over the army of
the waterbeds,
Savouring the delights of your
majesty.
But why scattering the wisp
on the river bank?
Devouring the hearts of the clean
axis of the river bank.
Fresh air oozing from the gallery
of neighbouring vegetation
aromatized your bustling
breeze, refreshing hearts,
Clear away your stink.
Evacuate your nuisance.