the moon is playing hide and seek
roaring wind is blowing at its peak
trees are forced to bow and leaves whiten
its darkness speaking with sonant
the vesper is blotted out
clouds are covering hands with clouds
it lights and thunders in quick seconds
the sky seems to fall over the mountains
the birds,animals have forgotten even prayer
as it is the time to face the music of life
like a volcanic eruption after decades
rain and sleet is on its might
a storm is taking birth of even's womb
time has entered hiddenly deep inside
shaking mightly the thread of life
it is going on within and outside
those who face the storm realise
it is the way of life
only broken trees, nests will indicate past
with new hopes new days will set every thing right