in the westen sky i saw thick cloud,
soon to turn into dark the sky.
covering the earth with black shawls.
beauty of earth is brigher but fear to lose leaves and lives when stormy wind , blown away.
thatch broken, cattle run.
there comes the stormy wind.
trees uprooted and broken nests.
flowers dropped and torn.
i saw all these from my opened window.
it come and gone.
but stay not long.
wonder what if it would have stayed for long?
©subirmitra
S