The Wind

The wind howling with rage,

Slamming window’s shutters open,

And thrashing on the thick curtains

Crashing against closed doors,
Causing me to shudder,

Bending big tree boughs heavily,

Rolling cans in the lane,

Bringing down things with a crash,
Creating havoc afresh,

The clothes hanging on the line,

Are scattered hither and thither,

The cat sitting on the wall,

Scampered to hide beneath the bed,
Birds are flying above their nests,

Desperate to know what to do,

I am standing midst of the scene,

Dried leaves are roaming everywhere.