Sunday, July 8

After The Storm


An entire year
passed without funfare
but sacrifices 

An entire year
showed no semblance
of gladness

An entire year
waited for action
instead idleness

An entire year 
given a chance
yet promises

An entire year
caused no action
just insidiousness 

An entire year
sowed  but nothing 
except bitterness

And all I need is to see the tranquility after the storm 

For when, is the big question.

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