Storm Poem by Madhav Sarkunde

Who can tell a thing to this cyclone Phailin?
It is a master of its own and can moves anywhere
It can forge ahead at any rate of acceleration
It can act on its impulses when and where it likes
And storm into our neighborhood at any hour
It will get plumes of life badly disheveled
It will angrily fling away shores of our dreams
It will withhold our grace and progress awhile
But the cruelly raging storm doesn't know
That the human grit to live against odds
Is far stronger than thousands of storms!