Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

And the Hurricane Hit...


The hurricane has struck our town again,
With great wind-speed and lashing downpour rain;
We never thought, it could come so early;
But Nature has allowed it unfairly;
Much flora, fauna could take punishment;
God, spare us please from this new ravishment!

The storm had cleared off by the dawn of day!
Thank God, the damage was lesser en way;
Good that God tethered Nature furious;
Good that the loss was not lives precious;
We praise you, God and sing a grateful hymn
Of heart-felt thanks for making life less grim!

Submitted: Saturday, October 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013

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