Of troubled times I see,
coming like clouds readily.
With time they slowly gather,
conspiring - I guess rather.
Many days of rain and thunder,
the Sun peeps in end of blunder.
With its strength the Sun,
stays behind the clouds for fun.
It is testing times, hard times,
I'll pass it with rhyme and chimes.
The wind with dust fiercely rises,
mostly sorrow sometimes surprises.
The blazing and the roar,
testing my patience in furore.
It settles again with a dead calm,
with the world again in my palm.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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