I saw the hazes quivering,
Until the horizon,
Soliciting the great humanity,
To put a halt and glance as to,
What prompted them to be static,
Not moving further or pouring in edict?
It seems as if it’s the stillness before the surge,
Like the orifice of a squall,
Yet likewise, there’s the sunshine,
Scattering away all the skepticism,
But will that last for long?
Huh! Only eternity can tell!
The birds contemplating the mists,
Aiming to compile,
As much sustenance as quickly as feasible!
And the same day flies in the chaos for humans,
Whether to store their slickers and umbrellas, In their backpacks for further use or not?
Into the oblivion,
It provoked a storm so robust,
Wrecking havoc, formulating devastation,
To the glamorous facets of nature,
Demonstrating its nasty wrath,
That may seize assorted days to rejuvenate!
And in that aftermath of the downpour,
Even though the sun blazes,
There is nothing that could be done,
To evade it, confiscate it!
And the setting sun ousting none,
Into the realm of bliss affirms that,
“Creation is harder than destruction!”
©Richa Patel!
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