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I didn’t see the storms coming

The door shook violently and banged;

Thunder strikes and the lights went off;

I sat quietly one bed, trying to close my eyes;

The branches rattled on the window pane;

It was the stroke of midnight as the cyclone grew stronger.

I lit a cigarette and struggled to close the wooden door;

Water poured on my face;

It was the whirlwind of storms that I ignored;

It will wreak havoc on the planet;

By now, I knew.




Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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