The aftermath
Nature’s mighty forces;
Often go merciless
The wild storm rocks
Landward he comes
Rushes and scourges
Now up in the sky
Curling cloud rages
And seen floating nigh
It rends and surges
Mountain of rains and breezes
Flooding to chaos and mess
After a fortnight of gloom
God! Thou art glorious
In thy cool and calm
And again over fields
We see sunbeams
And joy of souls
When storm subsides
Though end it may
In Nature’s elegant ways………
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem