The Tempest

Spread all over,
Before it arrives.

No one,
Has a clue,
Of what is going to happen.

They are busy in their daily chores,
When suddenly,
The waves come crashing by the shore.

The winds become strong,
There's thunder everywhere,
And there's commotion.

People wonder what's happening,
They leave their houses,
And run for shelter.

But, alas!
They are swept by the sea,
Who does not listen to anyone's plea.

Children become orphans,
And parents, homeless,
There is the whirlwind, engulfing almost the whole universe.

A high tide,
That destroys all the dreams,
Of people very easily.

No mercy,
For anyone,
It's God's way of showing anger.

When it subsides,
Everything's wiped off,
Not even a single leaf is left.

The shore is silent again,
People will reside again,
Unaware of God's next plan.

Mumbai, India

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I love writing poetries and articles. I have made writing as a passion. I want to become a journalist in future. Some of my articles have got published in the Inbox section of Hindustan Times. I am looking forward to publishing my poetries and articles.

Last updated January 09, 2014