the wind is growling,
with raging waves lapping on the shore.
the sun seems too far ad infinitum,
when various leaves are trying their very best,
to grab hold of the remaining twinkles,
to carry on their fragile and vulnerable lives.
the colour of the wind,
where is it leading to?
thick and greyish clouds are blocking,
the bright and yellow star in the sky,
while a thin and indifferent veil,
is providing another layer of cover to the tiny little leaves.
how long do they have to struggle,
to fight among them for their very precious lives?
the splattering twinkles have now vanished and been eaten up,
when the cloudy and misty sky bellows with the call from the heaven.
Frankenstein has now descended,
when the world turns grey and a war is yet to hose.
with this sudden change of reality,
can they, not care?
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