There is a song hidden in the storm,
In the cascading streams that roam.
There is a music hidden in the rain,
In the drops of water that hits terrain.
There is a rhythm hidden in the gales,
The rhythm of tempestuous tales.

These show us that we can find the,
Most contrary things even in conjuction.
Like there can be lust in innocent love,
Like there can be blessings in malediction.
Can be pleasure in poignant pathos,
And comfort & calmness in chaos.




© Swagat Panda