Ambiguity
Ambiguity
Flying birds. Pulled down.
Blowing winds. Calm down.
Roaring oceans. Hush down.
Birds are meant to fly
Winds are meant to blow
Oceans are meant to Roar.
Tranquility of the natures
Periphery of the survival
Silence before the storm.
Epitome of ambiguity
Illusion of destiny
Acceptance of Almighty.
Power in hands
Combines to form catastrophes
Amidst all the sceptiscm
Whilst the dawn of sun
The flag hasn’t waved off
Where death is certainty
Things we fight for, all life
Means nothing when it matters the most