An endless saga for the princely Florencio
has just begun with trumpets and horns
Fox and CNN like love-lorn destitute women
are in the arena to maneuver each other
in the valiant sport of storm-catching, in
the deep blue oceans of the mighty Atlantis
The senile weather channel has not stopped
humming an aching melody for days now,
like a heart missing a beat the Florencio has
just dropped from a category five to two
An empire taken over by frenzy of hoarding
We have more waters stocked in our homes
than in the magic wand of Florencio itself
The prying eyes of the whole world is set on
the storm of lifetime, the bet is that the regal
dark Florencio will beat exotic havocs of
Katrina’s and Laila’s of the past of-course poor
Andrew was never a match nor in name
or in game, Czar Tutin and one Ching Kong
dreaming if storm can do the task ordained
to them, it’s already a success for those seating
in the ovals and squares, as for me I just want
the boyish Florencio to pass and watch for the
devastating charms of debonair Valentino next
year while my husband yearns it to be sultry
Señorita…
-Tanya Shukla
( just a poem to lighten up the serious mood in the country. I pray for everyone’s safety and health)