Thunderstorm

Poetry is her name ,

‘’Kavya’’ ! she would turn her head and smile.

After many years of wait was she borne,

She grew up fast and how.

Life was filled with fun and joy,

School she would with joy flee,

Home she filled with her glee.

Till the day when fever gripped,

Her frail body shook like a flower,

On which a Thunderstorm had unleashed,

All its brute power, at a go.

Wise went beyond routine,

Suspected something grim and Big.

The paper fluttered in her mother’s hand,

Father was dumb with fear and sad.

The unspeakable had descended on their little world,

The unthinkable had sneaked in through back door.

Night went by unslept as they all went in a huddle,

They saw sunrise well,

Got help from wiser and, kind.

Dug deep they found a cure and care.

All under one roof, over the head.

The turn and twist, The smile and the whine,

The fun and the Sun,

Was back, in their lives.

They walked the talk,

Did what was asked to be done,

Together they overcame the Thunder storm,

The whirlwind which had threatened,

To take away the flower that had bloomed,

The Poetry they had groomed.

Hands joined they prayed,

For all others who were not so blessed.

Home they went but with a flag,

Be aware be awake and blow away ,

The Thunderstorm that is ready to strike us all any time.