Frosty winters,
Incessant rains,
Scorching summers,
Turning to flames.
Turning to flames, thus,
Razing the traces of life in its wake.
Is it a revenge that nature takes?
For us the sapiens crumpled her faith.
Crumpled her faith and destroyed the rhythm,
That made her breathe.
Suffocated and shrivelled,
She charged back,
Hinting us at our mistakes.
Awakened, it is time to take a call.
Or nature will keep throwing curve balls,
And everything will lay in ashen heap,
For it is said,
As you sow, so shall you reap.
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Jar of Poesy
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
