A storm doesn’t know what damage it will do
Yet its innocence can’t be justified
I was a victim of such a storm and did not know what to do
Storm passed away and I was mystified
I had tasted a poison called love
Risking my life on every curve
I was all in, as the stakes were high
When I saw my cards, they just read WHY
Defeated, destroyed, shattered felt my heart
Beautifully killed like a piece of art
Lost all hope and as I lay in pain
Anticipating my final sleep in vain
Just then, I heard a knock on my door
There was a spirit of hope who reminded me of my chore
I don’t know if she is a doctor, a teacher, a friend or an angel who is watching over me
But she is holding me tight in this storm and keeping me awake so I can see
Life is beyond our expectations and disappointments
Maybe with love, I have no more appointments
A whole new world is out there to explore and feel alive
A chance to do something for people who helped me revive
I will not just survive, I will now arrive.
– Soham Dave
