
I look at the silver
lining of the cloud,
a cumulonimbus,
at times, so loud.
I keep on wondering,
What's there to feel so proud?
Hiding the haloed orb,
covering like a shroud.
The hidden sun knows when
to emerge from the crowd.
Till then it remains calm,
enveloped and bowed.
And when the sun comes out
from the thundercloud,
it shines like a gem,
just the way it vowed.
~©Jashaswini_Mishra