Strange Times

Our weather has turned tropical

Summers are dry, with Eastern wind

Rainy Winters; warm, Western wind

Then, an unforeseen pandemic

December

Month to look back- & forward
I realise I can't be a coward
Disturbance of joy, nostalgia and fears

I've had amazing highlight years
But, the wind chases around the windows,
Even when Moonlight continues

Then, ghosts also reappear
Their voices we may hear
Under the shelter of comfortable darkness

Stars are shattered at largess
May they pierce the massive cloud
That may now be a plan's shroud

Long Journey

Travelling is usually understood in miles

This time, I travelled inward, 

Then, counter clockwise, backward

Painstakingly, into my own files

It's like the past has shrunk

It's only papers in a trunk

But, the end I can see

Soon, I may be free

Highest Temperature Ever

It’s only a matter of time:

Mediterranean & tropical crops

Will enter nordic farmers’ crops

They may add something sublime

Eurozone Slack

Many people tried to shut me up
When I said it: It's not gonna work
Too much collective work,
Is economy's death cup

Economy is no piece of art
For well-intending public officials
We see now, how it congeals
Into our faces, does it fart

Some chaos, belongs to economy
The individual needs space
To deploy their very own race
Yet, in the Eurozone, not many are free

Boorish people just speak their mind
Insensitive honesty speaks truth
No wishful thinking from a loudmouth
Wishful politics can be truly unkind

Boorish people: Donald Trump
Or, Boris Johnson, may dare jump