My poetry:It hurts the heart

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A storm called Animesh,
It hurts the heart
This sabotage was not predicted
There was no prior preparation to endure the injury.
One day I will leave very early
Where? Do not ask the destination
I do not know,
Sudden touch of dew on the feet
Gives temptation and imaginary need.

If the sun is very arrogant
I will look for the banyan tree
A sweet breeze is blowing
The tide is flowing reluctantly,
Going to this is a departure.