The StormA Poem by Rashmi KulalSheets of rain fall, blinding, loud, ceaseless, as though a million infants bawl, in the grips of a nightmare merciless! Skies ripped open, nerves of brilliant white, the deep growl of thunder, a giant's rising might! A great tree split asunder, a humble home destroyed, life cowers, afraid, awed by nature's violence, unalloyed! Rage emptied, exhausted, the storm withers away, and shining through curtains of gray and black, a determined, stubborn ray! Gloom departs, nature smiles, her mirth, her joy evoked, to dumstruck mankind, her wisdom speaks, "I am beauty when respected, destruction when provoked!" © 2013 Rashmi KulalReviews
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5 Reviews Added on February 23, 2013 Last Updated on February 23, 2013 AuthorRashmi KulalMumbai, IndiaAboutHeya! I am a 24 year old financial analyst who just happens to have a thing for the written word! Short stories are what I am comfortable with right now! more..Writing
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