By Ritu Gangele
a tornado hit the place,
and everything was in ace,
the place went up and down with dust.
and all went in lust,
the trees overflowing,
winds and dust steaping through all,
but sudden a stark
all became quiet the little droplets sprinkled through all.
all the vicious stopped,
birds started chirping again,
the sun again bloomed through the place,
it again spread in all parts,
the lusty trouts again skinned through all,
the trees stood again with pride to never fall,
it all began disastrous and ended i an immortal beauty,
the mandrake root all vanished,
the eye of heaven shone again the place with love and affectionate,
a tornado hit the place and everything was in its place.