Watching a storm ,
In its great fury,
Caused a reform,
With a fine dreary.
The racing apprehension
Blew in a terrible rage,
Confining the tension
Within its range.
The swirling violence,
Created a despair
Restoring the silence,
To a quiet whisper.
The roaring hurricane,
Dealt a thunder
Resulting a foregone,
In a gloomy shudder.
The angry typhoon,
Instilled a furore,
Convicting the siren
To an endless chore.
The mind like the storm,
Runs in an insane 
form,
Relapsing on an uncertain qualm,
Unnerving the genial balm.
A disarming fear lurks,
An unkempt cringe smirks,
Leaving a perilous refrain
As a lasting design,.
Meenas Poems 