The Upcoming!

The white color of a cloud

Reminds me of a widow's veil,

Pure yet tainted by each and every brain.

Each curve and beautiful disharmony in between,

Parallels the still delicate hands

And the forced labor of her captivity.

Overfilled with clear water, the cloud white,

The white veil hides emotions wide.

Each rain embraced from heaven hence,

Quenches the thirst of ground thence,

And each drop of her tear too,

Quenches her heaved bosom thus.

The memory moves not straight,

But haphazardly,

Makes us remember our past mistakes and

Future proximities,

Each raindrop, along with each tear too,

Cleanse our past,

Only to prepare us

To face the havoc upcoming!