Storm

By Kritvi Gera

Oh, I can see the storm brewing up the horizon,

Slow tides rising,

Clouds gathering around,

The sun settling down,

Strong gust rushing by,

Tossed and turned like a ragged doll,

Torn by all.

I cannot be used by others,

I will not go up the guillotine for them.

So far and yet so close.

For me to pass through unharmed and winning,

I need to prepare

I must and will harness it.

Exploit every loophole,

Nullify every argument,

Stretch every fight

Manipulate everyone,

And let the heavens fall.

If that’s what it takes to win it all;

Because, in the end I am the one causing the storm.

By Kritvi Gera