The testing of the tenacity;
Ain’t a great phase to pass by!
The tremors felt to the fullest
The hurricane of bewildering emotions
Inside her head they rush out
No recess just gush of thoughts
It’s all tangled and tortuous
Some distractions seem so calm
And silence seems too noisy
Vicious whirlwind in her head
Could be a severe weather on her way forward
Amidst all these stormy weather
All see the moon on her face
For she remains unmoved
Though, that ain’t effortless
All geared up to surf the tide of time
Holding her wingman stronger than ever
Rest, relax, restrain…..
Regained it all, she!
For she knows the power of tolerance is impeccable
And the fruit of perseverance is sweet and imperishable
Waiting and appreciating the game of life
For she knows at the end she’ll win
When she thought she almost lost the game
Nothing is constant; so is this moment
Hang on to that gift called faith
Which will weather all the storms
And every storm is followed by a rainbow
The bow of vibrance which tints her sky with gleams of colours!!
