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It was not like you came announced,

There were signs of you before.

A smile, like a flash of lightning,

A thunder-like death stare,

Light drizzle, like your poetries,

Photographs, telling a whole lot story.

But when you declared your arrival on 4th January,

With destruction written all over you,

With a vibe as criminal as Jack,

Using humour as a weapon intact,

I knew that was the end of me,

Without expectations,

A death of me,

So tell me how,

You became this hurricane,

That whirled its way,

In the calm ocean,

It was not like there were no signs,

But it wasn’t like you were meant to crash me either.

image by nasa


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