Storm Poem by Usha Pisharody
Storm
The storm tossed leaves
on those trees
so reflect my inner turmoil.
Bits of hope
Shreds of despair;
warring and joining.
Joy and sorrow too,
those inevitable companions
and
undeniable rivals
for life's affections...
Churning in the sea of life.
The clouds must
break someday;
And the wind cannot
blow forever.
Maybe, just maybe,
The sun will shine
again, someday soon...
Just for me? ?
16 November'92
Brilliant one with so much of comfort at the finishing point, let sun shine thru your creative lines, i liked the flow in it
yes...for you only...has begun shining already! a poem that speaks heart out... my ten votes...
Ah, yes.... no matter how many storms come our way, Usha - so, too, does the warmth and the glow of the sun. There are many of us awaiting our someday, I think. Knowing it will come makes the even dark days a little brighter. It's lovely to see hope embedded in a poem of this title. : ] Christine
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7/21/2025 3:07:19 PM # 1.0.0
Hopefulness is what makes us resist the turmoils within...reaching that far for a ray of light only speaks of the optimism and the assurance inside.