Storm to hope

By NIDHI PALIWAL

Every time you open the vents of your house,

To feel the swift breeze of a drizzle,

The cracked walls ache.

Like a sensor on a Highrise building,

Alarming an awaiting downpour,

Set to breach the walls.

It reminds you of past thunderstorms,

Strikes images in a single lightning bolt,

Flashing everything that it cost, at once.

So, you keep the vents closed.

Finding the cosiest corner,

You snooze till the marvel happens.

Vents & the cracks still threats

But you do not let it break you further.

Holding what is dear,

You hope for the storm to pass

And heal the cracks instead.

By NIDHI PALIWAL