Plundering Storm

Photo Credit: The New Indian Express

When born she was a Pigeon

Love was in the air, she was the reason

Was kept away from every mess

She was brought up as a princess.

With every passing seasons she grew up

Tackling every challenges society threw up

Dedication and hard work finally pays

A bright future awaits with new phase.

Unfortunately a storm strike on her way

Torn down all her preserved coy

All her hope, happiness and dreams were destroyed

She was played and thrown like a broken toy.

Few days of concern and sympathy

A plant was chopped before developed to tree.

The storm is still set free

Authorities and laws are useless we all agree.

Sajan Regmi

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