Keep calm
storm is around
flayed hairs
disrupted clothes
as surfs rip
so would you
eyes blind
sand in sharply
by and by
how far can you see
hardly any
anyways
you were shortsighted
in glass and in foresight
now it should come
hardly as a surprise
as you stand
stupefied
and shaking
in the blizzard
that howls
only a donkey
baying on streets
joins you
in heapful of noise
as you both
slither
to death
you and your God
the donkey knows
what is coming
and when !
Your Lord is rather undone!