A Ray of Hope
“Indeed my lovely sister gazes at me
From those drifting wispy clouds, Mom…”
Nestling on her mom’s lap, in glee
She turns – to behold frothy white forms roam,
Gliding past those glistening black orbs,
Her mom’s smile fading into a plume of smoke…
Weaving her lithe fingers through the girl’s curls
She absently chimes, “cirrus, cirro – fluffy curls…”
‘Stone-heart’ – they had taunted her, unseeing dry tears,
The chasm in her that fogs all light out,
Her cracked soul blazing like a scorched summer terrain,
She now yearned for a tranquil respite.
The wind moaned and roared all around
Whirling the bluish-grey nimbus northbound.
She quivered, her vacant eyes brimming
As turbulence of thunderclouds kept surging…
Misery shattered her, her drought-drenched
In the torrential downpour- within and out.
The pounding sky held her in its damp embrace
Till she grew calm in the hug of solace
Rivulets trickling into her cracks, she smiled – weary and spent
Breathing into the hypnotic fresh earthy scent.
Clouds drifting away, her vision sharpened
She beheld her daughter, resolved to cope
At least one of the twins is alive!
Thus revealed itself a ray of sunshine…
A single brilliant ray of HOPE!!!!
-Arya Gayathri is the manager at SBI, a passionate writer, national-level merit scholar, and Bharatanatyam dancer, weaving stories and rhythm into her journey.
