The Storm I Met Poem by Sankha Datta

A storm I met and I enjoyed the destruction….
I enjoyed as I saw it’s freedom and conviction

It was directional but with no symmetry…
It was raw but still created a poetry

It destroyed everything but with no real intention…
It was indeed innocent with no pretension

A storm I met and it made me run in it’s own way….
As I liked the pace, but I couldn’t catch it any way

Suddenly I saw it has passed away.. I tried to speed me up..
But I failed as it was already a long gap

I know except me nothing is changed
Neither will anything be..

I know the storm will keep on running even with more pace
It will again destroy somebody.. It will again make him race……

The storm I met, is now only a memory of mine…
A memory which is not dark but much like bright sun shine…