Stormy Storm
Wind blowing very fast
Don't know how much it will last
Raining very hard
Its raising. Stopping is very hard.
Ball swinging in the direction of the wind
Screaming in it with wind
Dead plants stands upright to salute
Trees bows down towards the flying flute.
A Bird holds her next tightly
In the storm that blows dangerously
I stand in between
To think in.
After the storm was o'er
The leaves were painted green all o'er
It then brings a very beautiful scenery
And so birds starts chirping beautifully.
Now no more flies the flute
No more dead plants salute
Now no more the Bird holds her next tightly
No more the trees bows down so easily.
Poet - Surjendra Das (Pen Name - Rudyard Jostle).
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