WHEN THE NATURE STRIKES
Sitting here in the middle of the night,
Can do nothing but sigh at man’s plight.
Man’s suddenly looking weak against HIS might
Troubles!! Just compounding with no respite in sight.
Man’s running helter skelter to find a path,
With no idea about loved ones very much his part,
Having none a clue on how to cope with this aftermath,
Puzzled on what did he do to incur such a wrath.
Man’s supremacy is being challenged to the core
Quakes, blasts, blizzards and floods galore
All these sights making his eye all the more sore
Wondering whether he truly could counter such a roar.
Finding the same faces everywhere, ones of utter dispair
The events leaving scars on some beyond repair
While others having to face with fact of being forever impaired
Left querying how could he have been better prepared
However man need’nt perceive it as troubles he cannot fend
Blessed with a mind that can make mighty peaks bend
No matter how horrible the situation, he can make it amend
After all, for everything in life, be it bad, there does come an….
END.
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