Throwing the wind with great force,
And whooshing and swooshing and swishing.
And thus, in due course,
It will start with the ruining!
Pushing over trees, making it rain,
And making things seriously vain.
Dropping the temperature as low as it can,
It will make us resist even fans.
Not a single drop of hot water can be found,
In a terrible disaster we will be bound!
Closing the schools, probably ruining shops,
It will trouble people until their brains pop.
2 sweaters, 2 socks, a scarf but still
Achoo! You will sneeze, how many ever pills,
We can feel that terrible cold,
...a cyclone is coming, as I was told.
Giving depression before its arrival,
By pouring rain and creating lightings as loud as rifles.
Do you want the cyclone, or not?
...but having a cyclone might be a good thought...
No! Cyclone! Go back inside your pot!
...but we'll be grateful to you, for shooing droughts....
Beautiful expression about the Cyclone and its effect that too as a student how the schooling is affected. I really enjoyed your poem very much Shriyandhaa. Good
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Excellent imagination. Keep on writing your thoughts. Babu thaths
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