It was a damp rainy day
The slush and the mush
Triggered the dirt everywhere
Outside the roads were covered with filth
The drains overflowed, the gutters were full
Creepy crawlies fled their nests
Looking for shelter, longing to rest
My rainy shoes tired and sore
Lay outside the bamboo door
Behind it rested a scorpion wild
Hiding, straining to spy and try
To slip inside the shoes, not dry
My droopy eyes closed awhile…
The scorpion soon decided to hide
Inside my shoes, no longer dry
Hush! The world is trussed up with scorpions black
Where they hide, you cannot guess
They bite and sting no matter what
You do to try to strike them off
Scorpions are brown, black and wild
They strike when you have no place to hide.
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India