​Sky turns inky black,

Wind goes wildly cruel,

Sand betrays lovely land,

Yet, trees prefer to battle

Amongst the crowd who

Lung for a shelter to hide!

Because it expected the minds

Of ambience would change one day.

Whereas poor people, still hoped

Life would be monotonous

all the time.


Life is subjected to change. Unless or otherwise one forecasts and prepares accordingly, life will be as miserable as relaying to a dead end for shelter while the fierce storm chases you.


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