Fallout: Left & Right; Heavy & light

"It is not fair",

Wind clamoured,

"Me having to live

For the rest of my life

With this friend called air!

Invisible Air as is,

I cannot touch or see,

Pursuing it across the land or sea.

As I develop wings,

And rise to the rendezvous, in the Stratosphere.

Make no mistake, tempestuous is Air,

Her patience grows thinner,

Air, as much as I admire,

I have to say, is femme fatale,

What she would be upto, no one could tell.

As I fear I would, before I am aware,

I would be dragged into trouble.

Despite my unstilted love,

Towards Air that I have,

When she comes across

No matters how hard

I try to be a good doer Casanova,

She would go berserk,

And threw herself, naked or dressed,

Into the face of a such hunk,

That I am,

Who stood firm,

Besides her in good and bad times,

With subtle intent to harm.

Oh yes, at the slightest excuse

She would grab my arms and began to fuse.

Let me stress, thou shall not find,

No adumbration on my part

Of amorous dystrophy.

If anything, rest assured that sort of generosity

To offer ownself I have it plenty.

The trouble is Air’s fidelity.

I am afraid, in this province she lacks integrity.

I shall spare you think,

I am not, if you like,

A jealous sort of bloke,

Nor am I phlegmatic,

Moribund pathetic.

Like anyone, in the field,

I am indeed effusive and energetic,

Capable of displaying everything in acrobatic fantastic.

However, I should tell you, there is one adversary,

Who goes after my jewellery.

If she gets involved,

In what this detractor is resolved,

I shall indeed get worried.

I am also concerned for her own good

As much as mine,

For she would not fare well in

This rehashed love affair, nor

Justice is done for me, to be fair.

This bloke has got tremendous aura,

Air appears to be hopelessly drawn into

As he drags her by the bra,

(In the same way pregnant cloud is driven to ragged sierra),

To the very epicentre of his power - fire,

Only to be consumed and ended up expired,

Reduced to ash and soot,

And scattered all over.

Lesson, it has been gained,

Such suicidal an act, on my part,

To save her or restore hurt pride,

I shall never again act.

Say I, Read my lips,

Never again shall I use her rump,

Into a fiery balloon to jump

Just to get fatally tamped and trumped,

In what my adversary set as a trap.

I had enough,

I have had seen the side of life that is tough,

Thanks to Air I have been dragged into it rough.

In fact, I shall be pleased to tell,

That I rather intend to marry water,

Sleep on her glassy and sierra type bosoms

Deep inside the blue cosy rooms,

With paints and images around me bloomed.

And happily live thereafter."

Wind lugubriously uttered.

The trouble, a couple days after,

The love affairs, water had been heard,

Complaining that Wind is too light,

With little weight for his height,

That every time she pressed tight

Wind frizzled out in to bubbles,

And wriggles away from her thighs

And taken to fight.

To the embarrassment of Water,

Amour in broad day light,

At the expense of urgent matters,

Is what wind prefers to highlight,

Instead of preparing to fight

Clouds, dusts and snow flakes,

Water detests for smudging her beauty

And tasking her might.

Copyright Haileselassie Girmay

21/3/98.