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PRAKRITI
The
sun slept behind the clouds And
the wind hid between the trees An
air of silence descended upon the earth And
all was quiet a little while. Even
the leaves were still As
were the wings of birds A
shadow of darkness swept the horizon And
thunder banished the muteness of heaven. Rain
fell upon the ground Droplets
as big as cherries A
sheet of water blotted the landscape And
the wind emerged from within the woods. A
gale grew up from the south Its
whistle a deafening crescendo And
it pushed the trees And
swept nature off her feet. It
tugged and pulled And
screamed like a banshee It
moved all in its path save The
gentle blade of grass. For
it sways with the wind Rears
not its head and challenges It
accepts nature’s fury And
gifts alike. To
be an arrogant oak And
be uprooted by our conceit Or
to be the puny blade of grass And
never taste defeat. ~Vikram C~
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