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.

There is a vast green tract

And a fresh bluish course

A mile from here.

There is a big sinewy tree

And profuse green tea

A mile from here.

There is also a groovy human race

And a grabby human face

A mile from here.

But there is no humanity

Nor sanity

Anywhere round here.