Tempest 1 Poem by Dibakar Purkayastha

I woke up to make my way to hillock nearby
On the hilltop I stood with my ears astrain
I watched in distance, a maize field caught
fire, and a strong south wind are storming
A pelting torrent swollen from stream of hill
Flattened the paddy field, flatten harvest
Dragged forest down, tall pines fallen flat
All headload of the shepherd fallen down
Right on the top of hill, when that uproar
reaches in his ears, he became numb with
amazement; then at that very moment the
truth revealed to the man, that is a tempest