The Tempest
The fragrance unfolds, drapes
and engulfs the room
As I slowly glance up
The view is hazy due to the
storm
The rain lashes on
incessantly
The constant murmur only
beckons silence to my ears
The aroma of the flowers
reverberates
The tempest unfurls both
within and around
I see rain in my eyes, the
storm in my head
As I stare blankly at his
posthumous portrait
Contributed By:
Lubinisha Saha
lubinisha@gmail.com
A fun loving whimsical person who is very passionate about writing and
learning new things. Apart from “practicing law”, I also love to travel,
indulge in culinary delights and dance. In my endless effort to learn new
things, I am currently struggling with salsa, meringue and swimming!
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