Wrong

The start was wrong
The end was blunder
Amid was I
Fighting with the thunders

The thunders I made to fight with the sky
The thunders about which I believed were mine
But what I missed
Were the thoughts that thunders
Only roar and belong to the sky
 And how could they live at a shore
Where only truth reside

It wasn't their fault
That they hit me
What else could the thunders have done
When from ground
I asked them to be with me

When has the storm
Left the place it was formed
When has the waves not destroyed the shores
From where all were for its beauty profound
Danger of river 
Is most on those relying on banks
And when the building falls
All those inside
Are the first dying clans

Then how could I had expected
Destruction not to hit me
Instead letting me go
For the closest to it
Was me; admiring the days
There were before