Grit
Waves tossed fiercefully high,
Wind blew like typhoon,
Fire razed like inferno,
Earth moved like a quaker,
People turned against like foes,
Climes changed to inhospitable,
Grievous events piled up in heaps,
Everything in the ethereal,
seemed destined for destruction,
for good and for real,
Shook they could everything,
everywhere and all over,
The day was saved,
by that "little" thing,
human "grit" and "determination",
stood"inside"giving a lot of hope.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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