The Tired Tempest

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This is the month of fasting. This year the heat wave is really keeping me underground. Literally, most part of daytime I spend in the basement where it is about 10 to 20 degrees cooler. I normally don’t do much of writing during the month of fasting. Sometimes a phrase or even a word can trigger a writing spree. Well there is no spree this time.   

 Hope all are doing good these days. Hold on to your jobs the times ahead can sway you worse than a roller-coaster. The facebookers will get this poem probably tomorrow day time. Stay in shade folks, don’t try to be too adventurous and get out in the sun and burn your pretty skin. Let it cool down.  

The Tired Tempest 

 The silence of the summer noon broke,
As from the west, east, south and north came,
Wind dancing all around horizons and howling and roaring,
The sky tall trees he bend, the grounded dust he picked and showered,
Ah’ what naughtiness mother nature’s child the world taught.
 
Went up high and at each other the dark clouds he pushed,
Those sleepy clouds unknowing at each other punched,
Ah’ thunders broke out and lightning to the ground fell,
Hail from the clouds he picked and juggled, some to gravity fell prey,
In the end mother nature in anger roared as all in chaos scattered.
 
All around the horizon again he ran crying,
Ah’ his tears through clouds fell and the dusts settled,
Rivers and lakes swelled and happily flowed,
Crickets and birds sang songs in counter point,
Mother failed to catch her naughty child and in fear away he went.
 
Many years, many places, Ah’ many faces he saw,
Mother still worries as his face for long she haven’t seen,
The true face Oh’ not many seen as for many a nuisance he became,
Deep inside he is just trying to make all smile and laugh.
Misunderstood Oh’ all, away their faces turned.
 
Then there are those who in laughs followed,
In the dust he spread they bathed,
And the hail and rain they loved to see and hear,
And for them as much as he can, his wings he spread,
But a hidden smile Oh’ makes him sad.
 
Horizons his playground he made,
Deep oceans made him cool,
Wild forests along with him danced,
Flocks of birds along with him sang,
Still a smile away from him smiled, brought him down tired. 

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