Storm don't ever come
Storm don’t ever come
A buffering wind comes from the side,
Which walks in and glides
Blows up trees and houses very quick,
The flowers by this calamity are naturally being plucked
The children shivering their self in fear,
Sitting at the corner and sad water drops coming from the eyes, the
sensitive tears
The storm carries everything around,
The atmosphere there is bizarre and loud
It carries even the ragged clothes of the poor,
Their life how could they bare
As people give their lives in that ugly, bad storm,
Also kills the trees who stood firm
A sorrow square built over the place,
Uprooting the very strong base (living organisms)
Ones the storm is out,
There is a cry which is extremely loud
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