#The_Mysteries_Of_Storm_And_The_Sky

The sky,

After the Storm is over,

Seems innocent,

Clear,

Life standing 

below,

Reminiscing 

The curse of nature,

Left out

Thousands of lives,

Species, birds, trees, villages,

In his memories,

The long Starvation 

The struggle for his existence 

His recovery from the deep mud, thatched,

hilltop house,

Staying cut off, 

for long days,

Now  just a child,

An orphan,

No destination,

In rehabitation centre,

Repressed,

All his memories,

Asking the sky above him,

What's your color..?

Is it the color of shedding tears or

The color of pink bloody 

water of Storm brought 

The Psychotic 
State of mind,

He is infant,

Confused between 

The thought and the event that 

witnessed his eyes in near past,

Still... 

The sky alone  

who witnessed 

the devastations 

Still 

Silence, Innocent,

In memories,

The Storm

Repressed,

It's pain

Reminiscing 

His existence 

After the mysterious storm...