The nature’s clouts
Stabs to make us sense
Her occurrence
Again and again
Yet again
Rumbling gales, shattering typhoons,
And life intimidating seismic activity
Mark us exceptionally anxious
About our breathes and there after
Lies a plethora of secrets
Yet to come,
Will blew us black and blue
Nostalgic about the noble timeworn days
I will someday make this
Turn into imagination from reality!
But up till than
We will have to writhe
Extreme hardship
And extreme hardship.
Extreme Destitution