The Masked Reality
The sky is covered with dark clouds,
amidst them sparkles the ray of hope.
Stagnation in the sky,
precursor to the enchanting peacock dance,
The scented earth and the floral profusion.
The scorching sun is away
peeping through the rain drops,
playing hide and seek
ornamenting the horizon like a crown
with the seven coloured rainbow.
Then a torrent of wind
sways the clouds away,
ending the captivating peacock dance,
revealing the reality,
Struggle for the glorious survival,
when the sparkling rays of the sun,
kiss the wet marshy earth,
a new look,
a new beauty and a new creation.