Wind is showing its strength outside.
Hither and thither blowing things away.
Humans and animals run for refuge.
Large trees wildly shake and sway.
Streets filled with rubble and grunge.
Grim warning is echoed with each gust.
Durability of properties and souls on test.
How long will they stand fierce thrust?
Here inside exists stillness and calm.
Outside irate wind continues to deform.
Though I am safe in this house firm;
But my frail soul is outside in the storm.
Though violent storms may be raging outside, if there is inner calm, we needn't worry at all ! The poem concludes with a profound contemplation on the state of our soul! Great write!
Storm to storm..analogous..inside and outside both are disastrous..nice poem thank you
the last lines two they are most beautiful though I am save in this home firm but my frail soul is outside in the storm you touched the strings of humanity in my soul thanks bro
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
storms rage almost every day but inside is a haven of safety good imagery