Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Mother nature’s anger.


Oh! My ears are battered
But it does not make me cry,
Because it is her gentle scolding,
It makes me shudder and hide myself.
Oh! My eyes are squinting,
But it does not make me cry,
Because this is her touch,
A gentle pat on my shoulders,
My fears are withered away.

Oh! My body is wet now,
But it does not make me cry,
Because she is shedding her anger now,
She is weeping,
It makes the world happy,
Making my mind vague.

Oh! I wish she would smile,
Her anger would never gift another flower,
And would wither the winter away,
Oh mother nature! Your anger so meagre!!!

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