The lethargic cyclone is now blowing wind
At a lesser force on its way to north slowly!
This is the final weak knock out to the city
Perhaps allowing a bright dawn tomorrow!
Chill wind with bitter winter effect bites....
Even the bone inside the body of the weak!
What a profound cutting effect the chillness
Executes so clearly in the night after rain...!
Doing all kinds of havoc all day with rain
That usually takes three months, falls in just
One or two days concentrating on this very
Busy metropolitan city disrupting whole life!
Nature is settling its scores with man in this
November month by cyclone, rain and floods!
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