Thatched roof with heavy rain
Mouth opened, horrible cyclone
Loss-loss everywhere, no gain
Trees uprooted, bowed with pain
All cried but looked so forlorn
Who will have a war with nature?
Who will defeat the dream of our?
Sound heard from far
We and only we and nothing else
Aftab Alam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cyclone-7/
