Dam in her soul broke.
Trees, homes, roads, awash like twigs,
waves decimating.
Is nature angry?
Rivers, a blazing fury.
Mankind stands humbled.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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