Everyone's coughing and sneezing for no reason,
Where did all that must come from,
We wonder, as we experience our brains growing numb,
Bright as light days are replaced,
With a perennial fog, that has us feeling amazed,
The typical Chennaites that we are,
We continue wearing summer clothes like superstars,
And then we complain about itchy throats,
As we croak,
Most mornings i sound like a broken record,
My voice chords,
All muffled up,
Someone even asked whether I've manned up,
On a late evening call,
I chuckled nonstop, perhaps sounding like an unpleasant squall,
Pani season in Chennai,
Has us all feeling like unguided Samurais,
Perhaps we like it, perhaps we don't,
Yet none of us want to get off our warm-headed thrones.
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