Thursday, July 10, 2014

AFTER THE RAIN

She placed her feet on the ground,
Each step giving it a colour of brown,
Her slim swarthy curves,
Camouflaged by clouds dark and gloomy
That the mother found it hard, to hold
In her bosom, the daughter's fear
Of an imminence so murky.
Along with the sun, the heat of her burden
Condensed the air, making the clouds
Further dark and gloomy.
Stifled the daughter felt,
AFTER THE RAIN
Unable to move her feet, tripped she fell.
The fall hit the clouds,
Letting a fully fledged downpour,
Easing the daughter's murkiness
And the Mother's heaviness.
Every drop relaxing her tensed muscles
And the joyous celebration of the oceans,
Flexing their wavy flesh,
with a counselling bash.
The outbreak making her goggle at
The iridescent image of her EGO,
Radiating all its strength as never before,
Curving her lips like the moon .
Isn't there a rise after a fall,
Like the rainbow after the rain?

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