The acceleration of the swings
that be from one end to other
with the westerlies picking up force
the rains playing truant all the while
perceiving a big violence all over
with the trees going to and fro
as if in their speed the roots would come up
that being a situation alarming
the land seemed to shake with a shiver
where everything else looks imbalanced
the cries of animals go
unheard
as they say the animals know
and predict the vagaries of weather
man in his closeted privacy
does not pay heed to the sounds of these animals
who get a premonition
that something distraught is on the way.
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