Storm. For the thousandth time.
Devastating the ruins.
Hopeless. She is now.
Melancholy surrounds the air.
Unfulfilled dreams look at her in dismay.
While she stands there without a heart.
Without a word.
Not knowing how to bandage herself.
Faith in the universe stands nil.
No shade remains to color her.
She was confused.
She had a mother.
The mother lifted her up and skipped the devastation as if it were a tiny hurdle.
And converted the ruins into tulips and orchids, bringing back all the hope and sunshine of her life; healed every wound and blessed her with a new colorful universe.
All you need is a mother to skip the devastation.
– Gursimran Kaur