Cloudy Morning, A Veil Of Gray Poem by Mohammad Younus

A cloudy morning, a veil of gray
shrouds the world in quiet mystery.
The sun, cloaked in soft disguise,
whispers of a hidden promise,
a surprise from the divine.

No sorrow lingers here, only calm,
the weight of rain holding—
the earth is still and calm—
waiting below for mercy showers.
These clouds recall a time
when I was formless, unnamed,
adrift in the unknown,
until the day I glimpsed myself—
a truth unveiled,
as enigmatic as each unfolding dawn.

MyKoul