After the Storm

After the Storm

There will be silence,

The shadows will stay quiet,

The souls will sit upright,

There will be cries and tears,

Yet in that sorrow too,

Within lie the seeds of peace.

The aftermath of the storm,

It’s rumbling and demanding,

to the roofs that flew away with it,

and to all the homes and hearts that were hit.

There will be music,

Only those who lost something can hear it,

and there will be peace, to broken hearts,

a slowly rendering bliss.

The storm would have taken everything,

the tin roof of the slums, and the spirit of the souls,

the trees that were grown with love,

and the hearts that fall into the dark shadow.

Yet what it leaves behind, too, is nurturing,

a patch of land to grow a new seed,

hunger that teaches the importance of food,

The silence that follows the storm is what the soul needs.

-C Madan Mohan, Bengaluru, Karnataka, India

The Writers’ Association at Kristu Jayanti (Deemed to be University), Bengaluru, India, serves as a crucible for originality and critical engagement, meticulously nurturing and refining the literary acumen of its members.

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