The Destruction.
Though amidst a storm, fixed.
A gale blew in ear. Unmoved.
Your hand I had in hand, that soothed.
I was at peace, i saw years pass by, Besides you.
All went pleased, unless that one bliss blew.
Still transfixed to my root, I stood,
Watching your palm slip from me,last I moved.
Ears burned now with the small breeze,
Without you besides, I held steadfast,
Not know to spend next moment. Aghast.
By- Vinod
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