My Tempest Reliever Poem by Dr Nida Fathima

Days of stress, busy
Stuffed up, all within,
Not a place to set free,
Lost have I, to withold it in!
Alas! Off Sets the anger spree,
That fails to be patient!
A night now worth worry,
Soon sets off, to present...
Waiting...
Mercy....
Craving...
Lo! the grand moons' elixir arrives!
Forests of clouds, gladly thrive.
Gentle breeze, strengthens.
Whispers aloud, enlightens.
Pumps out, the rage-
Goes on, to encourage
The once red soul-
Now blossoms out from coal!
The grand charisma,
Flushes through the plasma.
Soothing the body,
To accept the satiety.
O Almighty, I thank ye!
For my anger, perished
As thy bounty, furnished
To set the entire world free,
The Merciful, O Almighty!


© Dr Nida Fathima