Dark clouds forming in the sky,
Warn of a storm ahead,
In their cozy nests are the birds that fly,
For the harsh winds of the storm they dread,

The thunder, like a lion roars,
Raging winds bang on the doors,
And cracks and shatters the windows,
And all the leaves of the trees it winnows,
Fury is unleashed,
Expressing rage, sadness, and pain,
Hurt tried to be hidden,
And yet falls a single drop of rain,
That rolls down, down the cheek,
Thinking of the memories that have now turned to rust,
And away turn the stormy eyes of the face,
The face of the one with a now broken trust.
-TANVI R. JOG
Masta
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Thank you Vishal Kaka!!!
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Beautiful Poem…so well expressed
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Thank you so much!!
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It looks beautiful
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Thank you so much!!!
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So well written
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Thanks a lot for your comment!!
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Thinking of the memories that have now turned to rust,….great choice of imagery, it really sticks.
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Thank you for your feedback!!!!π
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A very well written poem π
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Thanks!!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you βΊοΈ
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