An assailant from the sea, Fani

Meteorologists and their  calculations,
 Failed to gauge the rage of the assailant,
That came out of the turbulent sea
And landed on the holy city Puri.

The dance of the devil cyclone Fani,
Was not funny as the term sounds,
Rather it was a roaring lion, a hunting beast
Devastating the lives and livelihood of many.

After playing rudely at will,
With the  helplessness of the people,
In the city of Lord Jagannath for hours together,
It left them to cry over their misfortune.

When it reached the city of Bhubaneswar,
It made it look like a battle field,
With its devastating nature and  impact 
On the city that was once decorated like a queen.

Not that its anger and strength was over,
Even though it became a bit soft with the time,
On its voyage towards the north-east,
Before it left the country.

The slower it was moving the larger was its impact,
As if it had an intention to teach us a big lesson,
That we should care and respect nature,
Encourage afforestation to minimize  global warming.

We need to learn that our such horrifying encounters,
With the rage of the nature would increase,
In number as well as intensity,
If we won't love and care the nature sincerely.





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