Ode to Dragon Flies...

Dragon flies,

yes, swarming the cold asphalt,

as though pot-holes were not enough,

to be the traveller's plight,

'Yours truly' sing the

Dragon flies...


Blinded by the hits,

the cold slaps of Dragon flies sting,

while the wheels burn and

smoke bellows,

I pass them by...


Dragon flies,

garden full of dragon flies...

While those ants bite,

and the grasses itch - allergic,

Dragon flies swarm,

flapping their wings

hitting my blind side...


Dragon flies,

the walkway filled with dragon flies,

the fruit some say spoilt by them,

and the sticky smelly Fruit flies...


Between them, perhaps

lies comradery in style...


Time and again they vanish,

hitherto unknown to my unromantic soul...

You see, there wasn't a bone in me,

that gardened or learnt of flies...


But yet again, I notice

when the evening comes,

they are back again,

ruckus and annoyance...


And I just resign,

as it is just another dusk,

to be welcomed with a smile...


Calming soothing evening rhyme,

sung by the flapping wings of Dragon flies...


© Karthik Adithya Singaraju