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ONE THUNDERSTORM : RHYME 80

One day, the school was running 
As usual;
Teachers were taking classes - all
Individual. 

The April sun had surpassed
Ten o'clock;
Bright looked all classrooms -
Sunlight struck.

Suddenly the whole things turned
Utterly dark;
So fast did clouds swallow the sky,
None could mark.

Struck thunders, struck lightning,
Heavy fell raindrops;
Gusts of wind hit windows, doors;
Students sat awestruck. 

But Mama didn't swerve a bit
Against any danger,
For, school walls stood like a fort,
So were windows, doors.

Yet, she, each passing moment,
Grew more impatient;
And cried loudly to the surprise of
The teacher and students. 

Before anyone knew the reason,
Stopped the thunderstorm;
Mama stormed out of school 
And ran towards home.

Wading, hopping, running through 
Pools and piles on road,
Mama got home and rushed straight 
To the backyard. 

In dread she shook, as buffeted 
Was her whole garden,
And her all beloved friends were
Nowhere around seen.

She looked lost and gave out a cry
Painful and loud,
And rolled on the ground, as rushed
In mom and dad.

"Chirp...Chirr! Squeak...Squeak!
Chatter...Chatter!"
Mama heard sounds of her friends 
All together. 

In wonderment, she opened her eyes 
And saw mom and dad
Smiling with all her friends happy,
Safe and unharmed.

Her parents had housed her friends 
Before the storm;
Even their eggs, youngs and nests
Did suffer no harm. 

Mama hugged her dad and mom
For their greatness,
And went home with her friends,
To God with gratefulness. 

- N P SAMAL 





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