Ambiguity

Flying birds. Pulled down.

Blowing winds. Calm down.

Roaring oceans. Hush down.

Birds are meant to fly

Winds are meant to blow

Oceans are meant to Roar.

Tranquility of the natures

Periphery of the survival

Silence before the storm.

Epitome of ambiguity

Illusion of destiny

Acceptance of Almighty.

Power in hands

Combines to form catastrophes

Amidst all the sceptiscm

Whilst the dawn of sun

The flag hasn’t waved off

Where death is certainty

Things we fight for, all life

Means nothing when it matters the most