It looks like violence in Delhi,
Nature is at its harshest mood
Outpouring its anger.
We watched its fury –
Madness erupting like a volcano
Trees are swaying with the wind
Like docile employees
The slender ones bowed down
The old and fat sits strong
The lamp post still on its one leg
Inspite of the ferocity of the winds.
In vengeance, it is breaking the glass panes.
The winds pushed the scooter down
In the ground floor.
Only last week,
The roof of my uncle’s house
Was blown away by the terrible winds
In West Bengal.
Looking at its madness,
I could recall
The women blowing conch
On a stormy day.
How silly it is to pacify the winds,
Who cares for none!
Thanks to the concrete walls and roofs
There is nothing safer than this,
Amidst the Dusty Gusty Winds.
I was about to go out
But stayed back due to misplaced specks.
The dust had covered all over.
On the third floor, my clothes
Wanted to fly away
The clips prevented their escape
As I collected my clothes
I took the dust in too.

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