Every Cloud's a Dream

by Ayan Adak

thunders singing loud

  Coming back to where I was,

  Outside the reverie,

  I smile again that everything’s

  The same it used to be.

  For, no matter where to heads on life

  Or years that pass on by,

  We never fail to wake within,

  With first rains in the sky;

  And every time, life wakes anew,

  Fresh once more again,

  As the child in each of us, he goes

  To play out in the rains

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  About the writer

  Ayan is a graduate from the Indian Institute of Management, Lucknow and works as a Consultant. He was the editor of his college magazine and has cherished writing poetry since childhood.

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