Sunday morning!
Delightful weather;
Blissful drizzles meeting the filthy streets-
Portraying as if every drop was waiting just for this moment!

Gone astray with that wonderful ongoing,
I recalled my friend capturing the beauty of clouds –
Spread across the artistic sky,
Dancing with colours of red, blue and off-white!

For the rain to dwindle down,
The clouds have to shed away: shed away with nothing but smile!
But flowing with beauty of mist,
We often forget who sacrificed to beautify this bliss.

The crowd applauded a single mom:
For she had definitely triumphed the battles against cruel society!
But the single father was left behind:
With just a pat on back and smile on his face!

My friend earning heavy bread and golden butter,
Sympathised herself, sensing life of self employed is far better.
You define it easier:
For a self employed Auto Driver, battling on the flooded roads,
Across the jacked streets, while we just sit inside covering ourselves?

While the massive-far stretched tree falls hitting the ground,
Its not only the tissues of tree that are hurt,
But the pinch and punch is also to the ground-
That silently was laid down holding the deep roots!

The coin that was tossed flew high in the air,
Rolling head and tail: A wish waiting for just one face!
We always find our struggles the most difficult,
Dear friend, there is always an unseen face hidden behind everytale!

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The credit for this poem goes to my IDIOT Friend who gave me the right thought to write this. Thank you nahi bolungi