Just find
Creator so kind
In form of power
That may suddenly shower
You will realize
And summarize
To feel the third eye
That shall make you to cry
You have seen only kindness
The emergence light rays
From behind dark clouds
Now you may hear loud sound
It may tear apart and test
The earth may give in with crushed chest
The rivers may be in spate
The horror tale may be only left to state
Thousand may become homeless
With loss of precious lives
No food and no shelter
The nature may have nothing to offer
Pray with two hands
And bow down for meeting no dead ends
The dark clouds may vanish soon
For emergence of new flowers and boom
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Just find Creator so kind