Imprisoned in four walls,
Latched windows,
Abandoned,
I looked at the clouds,
Starting at the perished soil,  
Burning in despair,


I Felt those rains.
Behind the dark hues,
Chaos it hummed,
Muttering through few claps of thunder
Acknowledging the agony,
As it pours itself on the motionless ground,
Wishing to drench it truly.


Little did I knew,
What subtle outburst could do,
As it nurtured roots of hopes,
And Thrived new lives,
In deceased core.
Hidden buds sprouted,
In abundant sun rays  


Drifted away was the misery,
With an aura of new blossoming's.
As the sky smiled,
Towards the singing daises,
Opening windows and doors,
And welcoming the essence of earth.
I stepped towards hope.