Cyclone

What if someday you wake up and find yourself being a cyclone?
You tend to be a calamity
Your job is to destroy
Your focus is to create fear
Your goal is to encourage mess..
Your eyes; blind to religion
Your touch; unknown to the skin color
Mercy betrays you; so uncanny
Shiver is all you could..
You travel cities & countries at stretch
You are not meant to stay
You are horrific at appearance
And deny everything which is gay..
You don’t know blood
You don’t know loss
You don’t know tears
You just know how to absorb..
And congratulations; your purpose is served
You have achieved nirvana
But did you realize what you just gave away?
Did you even once think about someone else?
No. That’s it. Now learn. Don’t be a cyclone.
It was a dream. You still have time. Be calm.

4 Comments, RSS

  1. iku2e May 1, 2015 @ 2:14 pm

    a nice poem..nice to meet you as a best blogger…I am Martian, the second blogger in the list… glad to meet you

  2. Salvwi Prasad May 1, 2015 @ 7:14 pm

    Hello, quite a different thought towards personifying :"cyclone". I like the fact that you have narrated the various devastation cyclone does and ended with the advice of not to be a cyclone.

    Glad to meet you from the Baggout poetry blog list.

    Cheers,
    POETICbug

  3. Ashwini Dodani May 4, 2015 @ 10:51 am

    Hello Salvwi,

    Thanks for dropping by my blog and leaving your feedback. Glad to meet you too through the list. Shall check out your blog soon 🙂

    Cheers

  4. Ashwini Dodani May 4, 2015 @ 10:52 am

    Hello Martian,

    Glad to connect. I went through your blog as well. Nice one out there. Shall read more soon 🙂

    Cheers

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