After The Storm Poem by Ajit Kanale

I stand in this plain
Bright after the storm
Glistening with life,
Feeling soft and warm.

The dust has settled,
and all is calm.
Seeds will be sown, and
In the desert will rise a palm!

I feel a cool breeze,
the harbinger of a change,
saying here comes a time,
whence life’ll rearrange!

This new path will,
see all wounds healed,
that have stained me
with blood congealed.

Though on this path,
I’ve seen flowers, but only a few.
At the end there waits,
I believe, a whole garden new!

Strength I may’ve lost,
In ordeals long past.
But hope refills it anew,
and forever it’ll now last!

Hungry I am now,
for something to do.
So off I go on my path,
and you will do so too!

Life has its own bits
Of joy and pain.
But know that after each night,
a sun will rise again!

Fare thee well, ye
who tread this path!
May the future carve out
for you, your own swath!