To The Cyclone Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

To The Cyclone

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Cyclone, cyclone, of the ocean-born
Such fears arise on your visitations!

Such wind, such rain you bring along
On your path a trail of destructions

You lift the waves higher and higher
And drive the ocean to our home and hearth

Twisting and turning the wind blows
The branches snap, the trees fall

Sleets of rain enter our homes
Driving us higher to hills and domes

Rivers cross their bounds and grow
Through villages and cities their water flow

Animals and birds lose lives and fall
Prayers go up to end your call

Dr Dillip K Swain 21 September 2018

Typo: please read as: I am very outspoken

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Dr Dillip K Swain 21 September 2018

A beautiful poem! You have captured a very pertinent theme based on the current situation at this point in time! I would love if you address me by my name as you are like my elder sister! If am very outspoken. When I am addressed as Mr Dillip, I feel my PhD degree is a waste!

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Ruta Mohapatra 22 September 2018

Thank you, Dillip for your nice comments!

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Gajanan Mishra 21 September 2018

crosses their bounds and grow, beautiful

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Ruta Mohapatra 21 September 2018

Thank you for stopping by!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 21 September 2018

A fantastic expression has been made on cyclone. So touching Real fact and scenery has been brought out. Thanks for sharing 10

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Ruta Mohapatra 21 September 2018

Thank you for the nice comment!

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