Catastrophe theory

There was a catastrophe in arm
With cyclone Verda in low belly.

Till a weather expert would say,
The whoosh was  minor breeze.

We have no bang theory’s poem.
If things turn bad, you go west.

God is in the mountainous west
If there is a narrow pass to pass.

Some times you would not know
The wind from breeze, trees fall.

Be tree when you fall from blue.
Lie down happily in  broad sun.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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