Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
I am a storm.
Unlike wind, I have shape and form.
I appear with all my might.
To destroy, unto the last I fight.
The problem lies elsewhere-
I can't create, it's clear.
I haven't got love from mankind,
so I am so rude and unkind.
I gain strength day by day
and destroy everything on my way.
I spare none-
trees, huts, wires...not even human.
Wherever I go, I keep my name.
Even God is too weak to blame.
I change the course of life and living.
I am a ruthless bird with iron wing.
None in this world can stop me.
But humans are taking precautions with full energy.
From eight to eighty, you shall know:
the momentum of my superb blow.
When I leave I keep the world silent.
Humans lose the strength to cry at that very moment.
I am born to create history.
I am an evil victor with life full of mystery.
I take different names at different times,
so that I can write realistic poems over nursery rhymes.
Now I have taken the name, Foni.
Each of you pray to God for own good with folded knee.
© 2021 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on August 09, 2021:
I truly enjoyed the rhythm of your poem. Thanks for sharing
Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on August 09, 2021:
Nice and interesting poem, with good rhyme pattern. I liked reading it.
Thank you for sharing.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on August 08, 2021:
An interesting poem. Quite captivating.