Looking down at the cloudy night,

I see the clouds growing louder at the might,

I am standing under a tree so fragile,

The dropping stream  like that of nile,

The tree was a mighty tree,

Then ask why I call fragile thee?

Fragile coz a thunder can break it down,

Strong coz it will save me from the dark’s gown,

The dark that has taken the storm with it,

The dark that has taken hell in it,

Why though should I worry of hell?

Why don’t I live life and leave worry to shell?

The darkness engulfed the whole forest,

The rain left all creatures to the mercy fiercest,

The mercy of nature to continue the cycle,

To let the creatures live a life no dull,

But this poor little human being under the tree,

Is in the mercy of faraday or Einstein or is free?

Well this ignorant poet should be told,

That Einstein n newton narrated a message later sold,

That the thunder will strike with electricity and force,

And you don’t have to worry about the dark source,

Oh! God now I must confess one thing,

I don’t believe in you but I pray at you panting,

If you don’t exist then mother nature will listen,

So don’t let your ego get much thicken,

Mother I am underneath the tree,

From your powers I will not flee,

But come and save me fast,

I don’t want to be the last!!