When I look at
The dark clouds merging into white
With the sun smiling through them
Aren’t dark corridors natural?
Don’t they creep in uninvited?
The sun lies within
Its glow can permeate all around us
Darkness dispels with its power
That streak of hope, that blue oasis
Beckons for beacon of light
Which scatters slowly
When I look at the rain
Is isolation so cathartic?
Isn’t merging so natural
Like drops of water falling…
Blending back bemused!
When I look at the fall
How beauty changes its connotation
Decay doesn’t decimate it
Golden gifts that Mother Nature gathers
Are treasures for posterity!
© Balroop Singh
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