Frog Secret
When the summer rain subsided
Revolting frogs rose bitter, blighted;
Lightly stepping on one, I said:
Monsoon roused you from your sleep,
Summer’s warmth with showers seeped
To your swampy cramped up nook.
Why then winter’s rancor rings
In the croaky song you sing
Splashing in your sludgy bed?
“Shh! Be silent! We are bound
Together this reproach to sound
And keep our social frogrant look.”
