Air Conditioning Poem by Vishorag Shadja

Air Conditioning



Fiddling and shifting,
I turn in my chair.
Without the AC running,
The heat brought despair.

I think about the past,
Trying to bear the heat blast,
But, once the AC was set right,
It gave me some respite.

Thursday, July 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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