A figment and an impetus I am.
Unknown to me where I burgeon
A moment makes all the difference
A movement indeed for many, in a
Marvels may emerge and disappear
Long awaited at times and abrupt I am
Sudden and unprecedented I am
Span of cycle is my root.
Quandary is the state of mind of all.
But it’s cyclic, claims science.
I let the passersby flee from me,
But, filled with bliss their hearts are.
Blend of joy and sorrow beneath me lies.
I make all the difference unknown, unseen,
unheard and indefatigable.
A volcanic wrath mounts over me, sometimes,
paving way to alert the homeless and evacuee.
And ramshackle and rickety are their hopes left.
Nature’s fury it is, causing unforeseen catastrophe.
But blissful and blessed are unnumbered,
Showers of benediction oh! Almighty
who make me a means.
How proud I am to be your vehicle!
Birds and beasts, the visible and the invisible
The young and the old don a dress of smile
And the whole nature a mirror of cheer.
I make all the difference in the world, indeed.
But tenebrous I am and shrouded by nonchalance!