The night with full of stars
With the moon beside
Get an awareness of me
I am the disaster.,
The River stops your floats
Or else I will make you rich in heritage
The ring of the world in cloudy
And the soil in mud
I am the disaster.
From the South to the North by the weather
The East to the West by worsening the sky
No longer any town or cities
I am the disaster.
Green trees and grass in hills
Standing till by the strength of roots
But the soil generating in mud
Trees falling one by one
I am the disaster.
Written by @Arfat Khan
(15-05-2020)
#youthfulness786@gmail.com
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