The blue cyclone

The morning rain continues from its  night
Cold coming through  bird chick's cries
And now light gently falls on  wet plants
Their personalities glowing by the  hour.

Our dying rose may yet wake up and go
From the company of  hibiscus partying
In its wet splendor, a late night partying
After the night's thoughts went berserk
Like a sea urchin ,in violent wind – water.

The urchin may not come this way of sky.
But his looks killed many an upright tree 
Like its distant American cousin ,in coast 
And brought a ship  to its  sandy knees.

(Cyclone Neelam (blue), struck the Southern coast yesterday bringing about large scale devastation to the coastal areas)

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