Sitting in a corner of lightless rooms,
Among the thunder and the lightning booms,
No gurantee of life or livelihood,
Or certainty of getting water or food.
The apocalyptic world came to a standstill,
The motto no more getting killed or to kill,
But to stand out among the rest,
By the methods, apparently, the best.

The next day was a pathetic nightmare,
With not a single tree left to spare,
But all lay strewn over the lanes,
Alongside glass fragments of window panes.
The street dogs gave a terrified yelp,
Probably anxious, for some help.
The lamposts lay broken to their necks,
Amidst the plundered property wrecks.

The cities looked like a junkyard,
And bodies lay electrocuted and charred,
By the unfathomable power of nature,
Momentarily changing the earth's stature.
Nature at its fullest cannot be taken easy,
With a huge storm raging from an evening breezy,
In what seems like a blink of an eye,
It turns to a scenario that makes us cry.