Whirlwind

When a whirlwind comes
plants get deflorated and defoliated,
trunks get peeled off their sheaths,
and even uprooted,
mornings and evenings
come and go for a few days,
with no sign of hope for them…

Time passes gradually
taking away some some pangs
of the spooky whirlwind,
soothing breezes
start dusting and caressing them,
fondling their awestruck leaves…

Some of their fruits, flowers, leaves
and seeds that went missing
and got buried in the soil,
get softness of the earth
and come out of the darkness
to dry out the tears of sorrow
to bring back the past smiles 
on the faces of their mother plants…

Once again they start enjoying
their lives as usual
as a family of the nature,
marks of memories
of the whirlwind notwithstanding…

My life is no different,
with many marks and scars
in the deep abyss of my heart…

–Kaushal Kishore

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