The Fury

Turbulent is the wind...

The waters violent and scary...

Dark clouds frown and run...

The nature shows its might.

Fields look like rivers...

Sorrow embedded in darkness...

Fury in its belly...

Rushes towards nowhere...

Houses blown; trees uprooted...

Trembling every techy thing...

With focus on somewhere unknown...

Pushing with deep vengeance through...

Stubborn climbers held on tight...

But were not mightier than the might...

Little saplings, not to say...

Was for no reason, lost in the way...

Do I hear some laughs around?

Do I hear some shouts?

Do I hear some swearing and slangs?

Where did my world disappear soon?

Lost in this commotion 

Swimming with the current

Is the real me... Wondering

Where am I and Who am I?