The Storm that came

The wind is so cool and quiet
Not like the other day

It played havoc, maniac as it was
For a moment or two ,passed
Corridors, street walls painted in red
Daily ruts, who would have thought about all this ?
Amid storms and hurricanes, a way is marked
Who would have meddled with all that?
Time is all that be
Who watches all the time
Something like a big old tower keep ticking
Every day and night, for wedding and funeral too,
An old thinned cat, searching something among the tit-bits
Left at a bend
With a boy, whose looks were outrageous
They looked the heavy storm overnight was trivial
The major troubles it had created over the city.
They were least troubled over that.
There were many others with them

The wind blew soft to a greater distance ahead
Sieving and conceiving in the wings of mild toss
Yellow flowers petals fallen off ,in heaps and heaps
In past,
The lamp was gone
Who is going to light up for them?
Who can sort the things out?