A Saviour Of My Own

Debina Sanasam

The storm was never too evident
For it comes creeping slowly
Down the isolated pathway of life
It was an unwelcomed stranger
Smiling down as a known friend
Changing the curve of the lips
Right into an image of a rainbow
Salty dreams run down
Into a plain feathery path
Havoc was it created
A parting gift in its wake
The hand doesn’t even rise
To bade a hearty farewell
For it was never welcomed
But when time comes
Pounding on your soul
You realised with a simple ooh
That the unfriendly storm
Was a long known acquaintance
Disguised as a stranger to a fault
It was after all
A saviour of my own

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