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Dr. Sangeeta sees Cyclone Tauktae mourning for the Corona deaths, a poetic symbolism, woven into this poem of suffering. An exclusive for Different Truths.
Tauktae mourned throughout night Its constant wheezing, whirring, Hissing, violent winds like an army Banged the doors and barged the windows pugnaciously Close at the heels of Corona, The omnipresent and ominous weeping winds Seemed to be mourning and grieving over the passing away of the multitudes Who died like flies during this ghastly pandemic The stormy winds growled, whistled, snarled and looked directly into the eyes Of the callous Corona as if to scare the virus out of this world It grieved, it lamented, It intimidated and attempted to supersede And overpower the evil virus with its fury!
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