She, the Sky
The misery’s child
Looks at me,embarrassed and exclaimed
sometimes
Sending forth,a thunder bolt
but of no use
With flickering light
She holds the fist tight,
Tries to cry out,weeps
bitterly
But of no use.
Creatures are burned alive
In her scorching light
She, but desperately makes
efforts to help a tear drop
Scroll down on her cheeks
But of no use.
Ibrahim Mohammed
English Faculty
BenchMark International School
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