Hope In Difficult Times

By Shweta Chaudhary

As I see clouds forming,

with thunder and dark

they appear dooming,

Its mist and gloomy everywhere.

As I see upward at every edge,

there is no crack

where light could seep,

tears bore my heart heavy.

But wait I hear a sound within,

a roar, a rush, a fire flaming

it rises and extinguishes.

At times it rushes into my vein.

And I feel my pain, sorrow,

a vague, meaningless trap therein

or is it some thin curtain?

surrounding me all over certain!

It narrows my sight

And I fail each day to see the light;

kept away by the clouds.

But o clouds of dark, despair

there are flames and rush I feel,

it will crack from the depths of me

and will travel through every inch,

purge they will from my eyes

and burn those curtain circling.

Lightening every inch around,

you prepare!

By Shweta Chaudhary