Out of the Blue

We are but a lightning flash

As if towards the sky we dash

Our chest puffed up like rain-filled cloud

With bark like thunder sharp and loud

Preceded by a rumbling tension

A gloomy outlook wont to mention

Or often not without a warning

Blue and clear a merry morning

Disappears with monstrous clap

As if from nowhere cheek feels slap

Oh how we’re tied to nature’s breast

With instincts we are left to guess

How innocent we think our role

To be the one with full control

Though our intent to be our best

Is often from our tight grip wrest

When shapes a devil from a saint

We see how soft is self-restraint…

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June 9, 2025