Poetry Is My First And Last Resort!

Like angry elephant wrecking havoc in the dense forest, Now natural disasters are making colossal damages Not only in one or two places but also in some nations; World is caught directly by the wrath of weather blues! Like a bolt from the blue, thunder strikes and damages all; Even my Computer Wi Fi stopped working for many days; After service is made, now I am attending to my life work; At the fag end of life, I am indulging in my favourite work! Due to joint family obligations I have been involved in works Beyond my self to dismantle and happily engage with Poetry, I have been working and working for all collective benefits; Now after all are separated, I am doing my best in writing Poetry! Poetry is my first and last resort at the fag end of my life in world; I wish to continue in this vein till I breathe my last one day or other!