StormÂ
The storm comes from the east, Â
Along with iron, gravel, and dust, Â
Rain that caused rust. Â
wind broke home into fragments, Â
Forced me to live under a tent. Â
I used gravel and iron, Â
To build a cage for the lion. Â
Now again, the storm came, Â
But could not show its flame.
Bindesh kumar jha
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