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Nature’S Wrath

Nov 12, 2022
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By Mahalakshmi Krishnakumar


Does God exist is a question of man

Debates do ensue, with differing views

Science and theories looking for clues—But

Forget not it is nature that shows His hands.


All of nature's beauty, birds and bees

The strongest, weakest and meekest of animals

With harmony teamed all around with life.

Man stepped in and stopped their movement.


Man got up early one morning

And rushed right into the day

He had so much to accomplish

That he didn’t have time to pray.


Problems just tumbled about him

And heavier became each task for him.

Colours of dark grey and black filled the air

No other feeling could be scary and worse.





Where once the world was filled with laughter and cheer

Now stands loneliness, emptiness and despair.

Death creeps in uninvited

Leaving nothing but grief behind.


The darkness surrounded the world

With no visible place to break.

The pain that encased man

That made his heart ache.


Mother nature approached the Almighty

Expressed her agony and her plight

All her efforts to transform man failed—so

She took up her wand to teach man the right.


She released the mite of the mite and Crowned it

And sat back to see man run in distress

She made a wish to God to stay behind doors

Until man learnt the real truth of life.


Never lose faith in life—For

God never leaves our side

All you got to do, is trust in Him

So that He opens His doors for us.


When He forgives our sins, we know

God will sure, open the door for us.

Tears are words that heart can’t express

And gently will He turn our darkness to light.


By Mahalakshmi Krishnakumar





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