You say you saw through the pretense
the calm demeanor belied the storm
churning raging deep inside
the depths tumbled and plumbed
the restraints barely surface held
But, how would you know, the difference
you could be in the eye of the storm
the calm a mere mirage,
the storm whistling all around
the shift of the eye, you be snared
topsy turvy thrown up in the air
while passions pound turf inside out
so trust me let the storm be as is
deep inside, lest it surge and submerge
the reign of calm on the surface
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 18Nov2015 All Rights Reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And it is lovely storm of love....Nice one.