"Hearken I say If you love your life"
A hoarse voice resounded in the town
Seemingly dying with distance and strife
"Tis' a storm, it tears up the ground!"
At this admonition all fled the street
While I proceeded outside with bare feet
Panic driven townspeople darted into me like bullets
For safety they lift their rice grains, corn and millet
Now I stood in the roads centre
And they in their homes, safe, better
With outstretched arms I was poised to embrace
The ravaging storm, nature's grace
"Mad man! What do you do?"
They shout from their windows
Who in moving to and fro
Thought not to pull back this old shrew
The tempestuous wind carried me on its wings
And for a while I listened to it sing
It threw me down and passed
Leaving me naked and starved
They flooded the street with joy
While I retreated a sad little boy
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POETRY ; MOUTHPIECE OF ALL
PoetryPoems of the sad, broken, the joyous, the wanderers, and the eternally pondering minds. Everything that so besieged us since the inception of time, is an unwritten poem. Even though dead in the eyes of mankind, poetry can rejuvenate this flourishing...
