The winds blew in collision,
Amidst winters- A summer invasion.
Hot in a moment,
Cold in another,
It seemed as if the weather passed evasion.
What similarity does it reap with humans,
All of them appear like hidden cannons.
The whistling of birds laugh at us,
As we crib making unnecessary fuss.
They say we never cease to fight,
Among ourselves about what is wrong and right.
And they laugh at this contrite.
Men O Men! You can never stop boasting about your false might.
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