Master Of Jigsaw Poem by ritty patnaik

when it thundered yesterday, as if
the heaven was moaning,
groaning with pain and anger,
i thought of you, who is the master of
the jigsaw....life
saw the cracks in the lightening
invisibly mend.
like the cracks in our mind,
heals with your touch.
aware of the lightening, and storm

in the cool afternoons you are the balm!