Chill

A new kind of chill is in the air,
A new kind of deadpan stance,
A cold breeze coming from the distance,
Realistic and in an eloquent manner,

It surrounds you in a 3-D aura of sonic vibe,
So bitter, so cold, the ice-sickle tribe,
It’s so thick you can see it,
When you close your eyes,
The new chill waves summer goodbye,

With your hot dog breathe,
Totally filling the air,
Its rhythms still inspires,
Mandatory movement everywhere,

Its cold, calm rule has begun,
With its bottom to top fun,
The chill draws its sword,
And drives away the sun,

By ©Sarfraz Ahmed 2020