SURVIVOR

Surviving a storm is easy,

Storms forge not a filler of conceits

It is natural, it’s roar artless,

Yet like a child….  

From the woods wild

Predominately, the take-off lifts

a tempest from its heart,

From the mountain’s top

As quiet as it can be the surrender

Somewhere deep, a final salute

To close the eyes in meditation,

A peace pact is born.

Surviving a storm of a fake heart

Vehemently not easy at all

It is an endless charade,

To encapsulate the innocent ones

To trap to entrap a feeling

To smudge, to smear

And at the end step on a pillar

Of fate and stumble.

Surviving a storm like the one

Of its kind on a mountain top.

Survivors adorn a nature,

A treasure hive

Garlanded by seasons

Heralded by horizons.