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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