Surfer's poem: Natural calamity

In the midst of night, there is an eruption, like the four horsemen of apocalypse have..., writes Ankit Kumar Jha. Your contribution

In the midst of night, there is an eruption,
Like the four horsemen of apocalypse have come to center.
The Earth is shaking and crust is torn apart,
The quake has made our souls depart.
The water so raucous has taken every name,
Drought is a life just without aim.
It's the mother at its most furious,
The days are gone when we were serious.
Calamity strikes without name and address,
When it strikes, the panic button has to be pressed.
Calamity is a child death, which people suffer,
As the time passes it's getting tougher & tougher.
Children on streets, houses in flames,
We all are dancing to its tunes.
Turn the page; it's just a chapter,
For all beings nothing else matters.
Can mother nature be transquilised?
If we do harm her, then pay the price.
Mother nature has given us everything,
Then why do we behave like stupid human beings!
Against nature, our artillery doesn't stand,
Watching the calamity makes us mad.
She sends an ultimatum, that is her fees,
You will not dare to move when she is UNLEASHED.

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Ankit Kumar Jha, Cambridge school, Noida