Wrath
written by: Abha Das Sarma
The dead awakens, to lay more
Into it’s already dead,
Fury ensues, walls of water abound
Dragging all, to silent depths,
Faces, blackened with fear, match
The crows, diving low, scratching through the heads,
Amphan breathes, fuming wind
Making warmth, scarcer in times of Covid-19,
Prayers notwithstanding, a verdict
Of Wrath Divine.
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