The Mother Of Cyclones Poem by ritty patnaik

they made unheard,
the cyclone warning.
just another storm,
to weather and pass.

no one left, hearth and home
all belongings, sheep, and goats.
the cows mooed with fear,
the goats bleated,
as birds made uncanny noises,
recieving, signals of
uncoming storm.

the wind came, with a wild rush,
gushing forward and forward...
catching up speed with lot of power,
the noise was from heaven above,
like a siren of death,
it never stopped.

and the rain.....
it wasn't raining cats and dogs,
but heavens came down,
in a outpour, all at once.

the wires were broken,
trees were slashed, into halves,
not one entact.
they fell like ninepins,
making shiver run down the spine.
the awesome storm,
made roofs cave in
along with water came
nightfall sly.

in candle light,
not so bright
prayers were made,
for our plight.

but thankfullly yes,
HIS presence was there,
guiding us that day,
each step with care.
so many things could have been,
blessings were more,
than what was seen.

next morning,
the raging cyclone thawed,
from huddled blankets, peeping
out, we saw,
the calm after the storm, as if,
the sky was wiped clean,
of all its charm.

the quiet was strong and menacing,
a cyclone, which broke the heart,
but not the soul.