Typhoon Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

It came slowly and turned
Out to be abolt from the blue,
Destroying all man made things,
Trees, bridges, houses,
Taking cows a hundred feet above,
Taking a child above,
L eaving it softly on a mound
Of hay, accumulated by it,
Taking cars, buses a few hundred
Feet away turning them upside
down follwed by torrents
Of water washing off everything
In sight, killing and mutilating,
Many on its wild path,
To end up like a graveyard
Torn to pieces, as if done by satan,
Which the god looked helpessly by.