As the cyclone settle…
The aftermath of destruction prevails
Million parts of me exiled, evacuated, escaped
Some parts confronted, struggled and dead
With shock, grief, pain, loss
In their eyes…
The violence of Nature
Is massive on scale
The violence of our conversations
Sometimes, is no less
It takes a night of uncontrollable emotional tides
To destroy what was evolved and build over years
Will it ever be same again?
Will we ever be same again?
Are cyclones absolutely necessary for evolution?