The Chopper Cyclone

The Chopper Cyclone

Oh Wild Wind!  Why so rude?
Oh Dear God! Why no mercy?
Waited for rains; what we got is rage
Nursed hopes; only horror remains

December last, unbridled floods,
December this year, the Wild Wind
Gory events; misfortune manifested
With none to stop; our life is on hold

Oh Wild Wind! Why the dance of death?  
Felling thousands of trees, we loved      
All cables and power lines snapping to halt                     
Through howling cries; all passed away en-mass                                   

A moment of mayhem, wrought havoc untold           
The tall trees all, massacred, maimed
The wild aerobics; snuffing out the breathe,
Mauled and mangled the city is left mourning

Those that escaped wrath, some flora exist
Battered and bruised, broken and bent, 
Twisted and tampered; crippled they lie
Centuries old, veterans, in ruins, they cry

Revival; may take a hundred years,  
Alas, many of us will be gone by then,
Our companions, all through they were,
On a mad noon act; all vanished to nowhere

Ten thousand trees lost; is the count we have
As the city lies barren without, the green it wore
Family of trees lay victims; in parks and on pavements 
While every road and compound added to the lore

Yes we waited for our reservoirs to fill
For flora, fauna and fields to survive
In turn; only received tears in our eyes
Only numbness remains, all hearts bleed

Last year water; this year the storm
Call it what you like; but curse is same
All elements that we presumed were allies 
Turned a foe; that tale, God alone can tell

In a moment of madness; hate let loose
The ghost wind, showed rage unending
The fierce storm, hell bound it stood
Decimated everything in its path                                    

Relenting only after revenge; extracted 
As everyone around was in sheer disbelief
Dazed and shattered and shocked were we 
Too numbed to think and too dumb to act

Yet the calamity will soon be forgotten; 
As History’s bosom has many such stories
But both the scars will remain for decades,
The World has its dark side too!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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