Waiting For The Storm


They are ruining our world,
And we watch,
Silently,
Scams and crimes,
Corruption engulfing all,
Newspaper reports to be read and forgotten
After a moment of anger,
Like the few dark clouds that gather
Only to be blown away by the wind,
Leaving behind a pale dawn,
No violent red inflaming the sky,
Without any hope
Of a new day.

The headlines screamed today too
And the day passed like any other,
Discussions in loud voices,
Feigned anger,
Meaningless additions to the clatter of spoons,
Wrapped in an anthem of apathy
That unfurled with the setting sun,
Leaving the sky grey,
But still clear
For the indifferent dawn of tomorrow,
If only there were clouds outside,
If only there was a storm...

~ Rahul Misra ~


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