STILL RAIN

A colossal Chinese junk with
a dragon’s head,
spitting fireballs
hovering over head
A Satan’s roar
Innocent reptile closes ears.
A big battle is about to begin


Who cares,
what has drowned?
A floating foetus
Or
a falling hut I
A half baked smile
or
a boiling stomach II
What is the logic in sticking to
an old argument,
already been violated


So many single ideas
and lines gone wasted,
Could have been a fantastic poetry
Concentration drizzling down heather and theather
May I be allowed some more time
to soak off all the dilemmas,
still raining within.