p o e t


storms come
storms subside
the dust that spreads
is fated to clear,

raging thunder
is always reined in
by natures own
limits of time,

the birds that hide
in shuddering trees
know the night
can’t forever stall,

the darkest skies
eventually fall
to the wisdom
of the morning sun,

chaos is circumstantial
even when it enters
the susceptible sponge
of the human mind,

and sometimes
in the midst of
of this battle
of clashing clouds,

it takes a poet
to describe
the invisible silver
on their periphery.




Author: vidur sahdev

Living life...as it comes!

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