The wind howled in glee
As it felled a bike and tree
It whistled as it blew
As away some loose leaves flew
Cyclone Nisarga blew its chest in pride
Its disastrous effects were felt far and wide
Over the foaming waves, growling with deep rage
It came rolling in- a beast out of its cage
The people bowed their head, and thought of their God
This was once more time to commune with their Lord
They prayed that the storm would very soon wane
And their entreaties fervent, would not be in vain
Devastation was such, much news came pouring in
No way could puny man, over Nature’s fury win
The cyclone left us helpless - We were all tied indoors
Watching all that happened, from behind our closed doors
Man thinks he is superior
He has conquered everything
Until a storm like Nisarga
To his senses, does him bring.
Broken, but not bent
Man will stand again
His will power and his grit
Will wash away his pain
He will rebuild with God’s aid
All that’s wiped out – soon
So stand up, and be counted
And reach out for the moon