What tongue does the wind talks?
Arabic, Spanish or English, do ask,
When it lovingly plays with your hair,
And dries up tears with utmost care.
What Nation do the storms belong?
With fancy names as they go strong,
They lash the world with void of form,
With loud howl, many a things, they deform.
With what colour does the lightning strikes?
Purple, blue, yellow or white, what it is like?
Unleashed by Gods in their firey temper,
Deadly and devastating, as we shudder.
Where does the thunder go when it dies?
As it roars from dark and cloudy skies,
Mighty strike of the hammer of Thor,
As the Viking God rode through sky’s core.
(C) K Radhakrishnan