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Stormy affair, furious tide

Wind swirling and swaying,

like a wild child.

Tide rising like fury.

Roaring anger.

Black umbrella occupied every thin space in the city.

Who can stop nature’s wrath?

Umbrella and its people,

thrust backward and struggled to stand straight.

Foggy sky,

deserted road

and humans pleading for mercy.

Day of reckoning.

Trees fell apart.

Lightning struck.

City brought to a halt.

Cars swimming like paper boat,

on roads turned into vast swath of river.

Wind blew from afar,

like a loud siren wailing,

crossing the Arabian sea.

Wisp of smoke timidly surfacing in the sky.

Stormy affair.

The city and the rain,

bound by turmoil.







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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