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Nature's Rage
This is a long extended night, The stars all hibernate, The blustery gusts revolve around The dreams which suffocate. Now the torrents lash my door, And now they slam the shade, 'Be couched right here, and do not move', The whispers promptly bade. Out there I glanced, the wild tree pranced, She swayed her tipsy stem, All drenched and dark, the leafy arc Seems like her death-gown's hem. Is that mere downpour, or a sign, An omen of the time? The thunders clash with louder splash, Upon the lakebed slime. My window pane is stabbed by rain, One thousand spears en masse, They prick the eaves, pummel the leaves To the level of the grass. The flickering lamp will die at once, It does not cease to pour, A marble sculpture drowns beneath The water on the floor. That which gives life can take it too, Lo there it heaves its head, The shrine's bemused, the priest presumed A curse on holy bread. It has to cease within no time, The devil's thunder roars, The gale allays his evil play Withdraws his wondrous force. 28th September, 2021
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