Eve of a Storm

Eye of a Storm

Gurdip Singh

Silent air suddenly rises
Turned on by the heat of the day

All in its burst, ready to burst
Into a Storm over the sand
Of the dunes of a peaceful land.

Dead sand that lies here and there and
Shows no sign of life whatsoever
is stirred well nigh to come to life

To begin its dusty and stormy strife
Bellowing dust as it sways
Changes the shape of things in the way,

As it storms all through the day.
It shows its rage to rich and high
Plunder their fruit, their twigs and all

Make them lick the dust in the fall
Its raps their doors and taps their roofs
With all its might and hefty hoofs

To tall trees it makes them round
And howls through them as it sounds
It plunges the day into twilight
Darkens the day with all its might
Shrouds the sun with all its might
Fights the speck that stands to fight

And carries away as it sways
Day and night, night and day.
It billows the dust and blows it over
Settles it like a thick dusty cover
It blows all over as it to prove

To hinges and corner and to groove
To prove to all its mighty thrust
What rise with the wind, settles in dust.