I look at the silverlining 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 whento emerge from the crowd.Till then it remains calm,enveloped and bowed.And when the sun comes outfrom the thundercloud,it shines like a gem,just the way it vowed.~©Jashaswini_Mishra