It's The Storm Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

It's The Storm



It's the storm
Before it quiets
Weak wings pain
From endless
Flights
Hope green shores
Be soon
In sight.

I stand
On timeless
Sand
Waves washed
Away my plans
I still dream
Of distant lands

Turned my back
To lifeless past
Have no mould
Futures can't cast
And my present
Just senseless
Vast.
Nalini

Friday, April 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kishore Kumar Das 09 April 2016

the storm can't uproot your ambitions...nice lines..

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