As the storm has subsided,
The disarrayed dreams
Like frightened birds for long
Are feeling relaxed now.
The ruined hopeless hopes
Have already germinated
Like seasoned seeds
With new vitality and vigour.
Seeking a peaceful shelter
They are flapping their wings
With rooted strength and power
Heading in groups or pairs.
To dream of a better future
To rear their tender sucklings
To live in peace and harmony
They are breeding again.
The perfect bliss and mirth,
They trust, can bind them all
Not to be trembled or shivered
And stand united against odds.
©® Dasharath Naik
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