Puking the Nuke

blue azure hung yonder, the shimmering sun threw daylight, the chlorophyll greens spread wide, the swallows chirped sharp, the flowers bloomed like boom, and everyhting seemed just , right and idyllic, with honest guys working very hard, this kind of "day" and, this very kind of matching night, once it blew the fuse all over, and everything the eye could hold, was shattered beyond sight, day turned into eternal night, loss,lost and loss was all, one could hear, somebody bloody had, yeah,puked the "nuke" and puked it all over. Shishir Gupta