Unfinished Art
Unfinished Art
Sky holds the ire of thunders
The way ribcage beholds the heart
Now it's all for me-let it rain now
Unshackle the clouds as solace & I are apart.
Be it either an outburst or a shower
Perplexed is the brain as it recalls the start
Amidst havoc stand I,
Cryptic beautifully yours-an unfinished art.
