I can see a sparkle in the clouds of thunder,

May be an event of thoughts, but not a blunder;

Those flying clouds in the morning air,

Those tiny dots of moisture, a love affair;

Why the mornings have such a beautiful look?

Just like a picture, out of a book;

Suddenly, I see a glimpse, so dark,

Reminds me of an old tree bark,

All the wonderful clouds, are seen running,

Somewhere down, something is burning,

I get a jolt and then a shiver down,

Colors gone, everything so brown;

I close my eyes in shame,

Feelings, all up in flames,

Scared in the storm, to open my eyes,

I feel a pull, telling me good byes,

My eyes moisten, my lips dry,

A shout comes out like a cry;

My inner-self tells me a tale,

‘Get up young humane, don’t be so frail,

You are just dreaming black,

Wake up and fill the crack,

Life is to live and love,

See outside, waiting is a beautiful dove’;

In a push, which I had never felt,

Such a situation, never had I dealt,

Coming back to myself once again was good,

It was an escape, out from the hood;

Once again, I could see a sparkle in the clouds of thunder,

An event of thought, certainly, not a blunder…..

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Sumant Poddar

13.6.14

Calcutta – Delhi / Indigo 6E228 / 9.30 am