Storm
The storm comes from the east,
Along with iron, gravel, and dust,
Rain that caused rust.
wind broke home into fragments,
Forced me to live under a tent.
I used gravel and iron,
To build a cage for the lion.
Now again, the storm came,
But could not show its flame.
Bindesh kumar jha
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Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2024 20:58
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Comments1
A most interesting metaphor put in poetic form. I hope that the storm has past.
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