POEM

Storm is the magical wave which is beautiful in dark day.
Storm is beautiful in the dark sky.

Dark is storm which is like dark lady.
Storm is light in alienated sky.

Light is fragmented and sound is heard.
Storm is counted with pain of life.

Stormy day is the company of mine.
It is holy and virtuous.

It is fearful air as it has insanity of air.
It is good to know the fairy of storm that is in isolation.

It is the wavy walking of air.
It is faithful than human.

It is the might of nature in anger.
It is ugliest to people.

It is storm that shows the wilderness of nature in beautiful ways.
Night is awaking to people with fearful nature.

Night is violent.
It is dreadful night to match the violence of people to me.