'This too will pass',
Say the worldy wise--
Every day new methods of coping
with stress, we devise.
Winds blow on your faces,
And we seek shelter behind dupattas;
Every day of life we struggle
To overcome invisible sattas.
Birds chirp around on a rainy day
And the weather's quite appealing;
We sit and muse on everyday thoughts--
It adds a touch of healing.
Fingers ache to jot a few lines.
The heart overflows with emotions,
The eyes and throat choke with words
And feelings that crave for expression.
A drop of tear, a line or two,
And everything unburdens;
Back to life we turn around,
With the past behind the curtains.