A Few Remarks on This and That

On the dusty bowl of earth,

Wind stirs lethargic leaves,

Remonstrating them

Parches of raw earth look tired

Their eyelids closely knit

Cursing the sun

But some few meters away

On the green hills, the sight beholds

Manicured lawns sit idly, bougainvillea

Fences looking pretty, all shy, all trim

Once in a while, some stray wind

Will scuttle past the barren land

Onto the pampered fields

But they wouldn’t go far

Perhaps intimidated by the ‘bossy’ leaves

The lazy bystander fiddles with a flower

Rubbing the petals in his nose

And it is in that reverie that the gate-man

Will stir him, asking,

‘Unafanya nini hapa?’ (What are you doing here?)

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For a prompt of Poets United's Verse First ~ COLORED