The Storm

Nor’Wester Clouds; Art By Abhijit Chatterjee

She had consoled me
That t’was fine to be
Different, in my own way
And I waited for the light of day.

Slowly gathered the clouds of gloom,
And flashed its portent of doom.
As I ventured out of home,
Amidst storm, I found myself alone.

Rain blurred my eyes.
Deluge washed away lies.
Wind robbed my strength.
Sans illusions, I faint.