by new poet
Storm is a natural phenomenon for ages. How about storms in our own lives? Are they same?
Like the gentle rain came the storm.
Wind blew in with a taste of rain.
Rusty hinges didn't allow the window panes meet each
The rain being gentle proved hypocrite.
It hid the storm behind.
Pregnant of saturated chill ,
The first blow of wind embraced the body well.
soul in body never trembled .
The false caress lasted to invite darkness to senses.
No more of that chill-
Icy hands of grave forced eyelids to be alive.
Came the storm ;
Did known and unknown addition and subtraction .
As it receded, I found a blank page.
Others said ,”it's a new page.”