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By Sanjeev Sethi


The cyclonic storm on its way
to Gujarat
unleashes a spurt of shivers
in Mumbai.

From my window louvers
the coconut trees quake
like flagellants
to the truculence of the twister.

The weakened ones fall:
ruinous to flesh and freehold.
There is apoplexy in its explosion.
The ambient air re-echoes its rage.

Who has wounded its waff?
Is the fey call the only quick fix?

Article © Sanjeev Sethi. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-08-30
Image(s) are public domain.
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