The Storm

The earth for the rain forever cannot long
The birds have to somewhere break into song
A clear dawn lurks
to break the dark forlorn

Brewing and brown
Just beyond my horizon
Sweet promising warm
Is it the whiff I caught ?
Of a lurking storm

How long how long
For the clouds to form?
How long how long
For the skies to rumble into storm?
Will it break before the evening light
Or stake its claims for the dawn unborn?

Will it thunder and sound
Quake and astound?
Shake earth and sky
And ground me at noon
with a deep desire to gladly die


Muralidharan Mudaliar

in every way, in every deed, at every time... some words, rise and describe.. something, deep and clear.. sometimes, i follow, sometimes i linger.. sometimes i write.. and what is lost i do not mourn, what i have i do cherish.. and some i do want to share

Last updated June 22, 2016