The Powerful Being

Ferocious wind, uncommon dimness quivered my being

Sensing the storm, hither and thither I ran to shield my being.

Every corner I hid, darkness outstretches its ugly sheets

I pondered, where do I find myself the survival string?

Hopeless and scared, I curled myself and give in

With heaviness at heart and clutter in mind, darkness privileged this state of mine.

Clouds of emotions hovered overhead, Poured their rain of bitterness onto me

Ridiculed me thunderously, mocked at my feebleness

Thrusting me more into blackness, they roared and danced jubilantly

Which world was I fighting? The world inside or outside me

Helplessly and sobbingly, I stayed underneath their weight

Clouds covered the sky, day and night all appeared the same.

I waited hours and days, eventually, the ray of clarity extended its arm through them

I hold the grip of light, a gleam lifted me from black to white

Mighty clouds lost their potential in the bright and deliberately leave me behind

I wept and bid adieu to the older being, merrily hugged the newer born and powerful being.