I could see the electric poles fly apart <br />Lines snap asunder <br />Giant trees uprooted like weed <br />Cars uplifted like matchbox <br />And smashed onto the ground with disdain, <br />While the landscape was engulfed <br />In an eerie dusty darkness <br />And the sound of the tornado <br />Pounding menacingly <br />Raged in my ears <br />Threatening to reduce into smithereens <br />Anything and everything <br />That came its way. <br /> <br />I could see, that my mind was in a whirl <br />My aching heart in a swirl - <br />No! It was not a horrible tornado <br />But a passing anger, ranting and raving.<br /><br />Rajesh Thankappan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tornado-2/
