The Mist Will Clear Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The mist will clear, have no doubt
Surely the sun is going to come out
If you are intent and eager to hear
Its rays in your ears will softly whisper
“It won’t remain ashen, the sky will be blue
A new day is brewed just for you! ”
Warm tea on table, papers unfurled
You get going for news of the world
Refreshed once more, with hope your eyes gleam
Yesterday is nothing but a forgotten dream
You are revived, ready to spread wing
Geared for the new, different something!