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Nature

That beautiful evening was inviting.

Peace and serenity draped us all.

Everybody was marveling and mesmerizing.

At her sparkling glory.

Which made us humble and small 

But soon that serenity turned into an adversity.

Showing her disastrous avitar.

She shocked us all.

Inquiring us all about our misdeeds.

She redeemed and quenched her thirst for vengeance .

For exploiting her with cruel negligence.

At whose expense?

You have built this all.

She asked.

Whom do you glorify and for what.?

You think you are progressing by deteriorating us all 

Remember you too will get destroyed.

In this wild fire that you have ignited.

Where you will run? and where you will go?

In this menace of destruction you too will flow.












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