Storm

Debabrata Maji

The storm has come,
Leaves are falling—
The palm tree’s
Head is shaking.
Birds are returning
To their homes,
Straws fly
In the whirling wind.

Grass gathers
In a tumbling heap,
The cows in the field
Are running away.
Flowers fall,
Petals drop—
Water rushes,
The crazy wind,
With a whistling sound,
Makes a melody
In a discordant rhythm.