Self Help

The wind blows gently The fear is felt silently No one is sure when it will strike Yet we all try to live and survive There is visible change We all have failed to manage It might have been the same Yet we relieve and claim Ego has been there for centuries And may remain so and vary Its anger may engulf entire race To reduce the scope and blacken the face Nature has changed fully We have not managed successfully Now desert witness snowfall The glaciers melt without summer call The rivers are in spate The sea behaves like irate Everything is for us to witness To live with tension and distress Self help is important That shall never be absent It may guide the course There is no scope for curse