The cyclone Phailin raged across the east coast
breaking through the deadly silence with a toast
crashing on the banks with a bang at the utmost
shattering the inhabitation in violence almost
blowing through the seas with a velocity
creating a sonorous guffaw with alacrity
wanting to devour in a splashy flash
all it could in vociferous gigantic gush
as the villagers around cried beating on their head and heart
the destruction led to a crumble and a tumble an
impact great
with people wailing and running aghast in fear
looking for the lost lives and belongings without cheer
as their world cracked under a thunderous storm very near.
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