Storm and Me
written by: Nisha Bharti
Lest I become arrogant,
A storm quietened me.
Its sheer ferocity, its pompous stride,
Moving forward unharnessed
Somehow tied me down.
I couldn’t stand against it—
I am too weak.
Nor could I follow its way—
I am too meek.
So I hid in a corner,
Watching its grandeur.
It howled and growled
At the top of its lungs,
While my words choked inside.
A storm is nothing like the wind
That gently strokes my hair.
A storm is wild—
It passes like a king.
And when the me grows too much in me,
A storm reminds me
What a gentle wind can be.
I am a poet at heart with nature as my favourite musing. I find peace in the flutter of wings and joy in woven words. I hope my poems spread the same to readers.
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