Friday, July 5, 2024

Fortnight

It rains twice each month
Once to bring sanity 
Once to clear the path 

I feel the clouds darkening 
The universe is trembling 
Sun pushed away from his spot

It rains non stop, thunder and lightening
Windy, cold, like a depression in a sea
Damp and gloomy everywhere 

Sun does come back, to his spot, bright
Throwing light on new realities, on clarity 
It lasts only a fortnight 

BhaShe 
12/10/2020

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