The cloud

 

After a long tar clad starlit glitter

Where the night could barely grope

Trudging her way out  to a hatching dawn

She drapes but a cloudy morning 

When the hope was for a dazzling sky

The smothered sun slithers his way

Merely manages a faded smile in the sky

But the residual day is still too long

To surrender to the extended laziness

And strife is the only choice he has

The sun stays suspended in a compelled hope 

For the dusk fails to stretch her wing 

To this point of a  failed flare in the day

Then the breeze blows to torment clouds

As they clash to burst their own seam

And shed their graying rumination 

The drops return to their wonted fold

Pouring through the scratches of gnawing silver

The waves swallow their truant offspring

The clouds vanish to leave a vibrant rainbow

In celebration of the one who had no choice

But to bide his time and continue to shine.

Rishikesh 

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