New comer comes
But no one seems to care
Neither the grey sky
Nor the passers beneath this grey.
Cold clings on the air
The first drop of mercy on the yellow leaves
Which have being burnt by the heat
On the roofs, on the clumsy floor
Stucks on glass windows
Introduces itself to the beings in their roofs
The thirsty dust scents life
And life gives another life to life
And brand new life rebirths
Brings great aesthetically colourful change
Even if no one seems to care.
Copyright so called poetry of Biba 2019