SALINI NAIR - A cyclone

A stampede not invited
In a hurry that not forbid
All the way it's a blow
That wreck and protract carnage
It's the mark for some time
Later a pain that daze

A breeze that move without a grump
That reaches the corners with a stump
Harmony that hymn on its route
Mode that loiter with lushness
All the way it's a fiesta that pump
Marvelous though feeble

Life is a means like this
Sometimes a cyclone that hit
A breeze that trail that leisurely
Time that rail it on height
A slow breeze of success
Or a tornado of ruins! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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