Cyclone

cyclone of happiness

When a breeze can lift me to skies of happiness
When a wind can place me in the lap of heavens
I am all agape to think of cyclone and lost frozen for a long
Back to my senses I spent every thought thinking about the gales of cyclone
The surge of deluge
The joy of experiencing virgin torrents
The state of swimming against tides
The sounds of hails, stirs of drizzling and playing with the lovely beings of nature
All in a nutshell dropping me deep into the ocean of happiness
As the image of cyclone is being constructed I started longing to swim in the deluges