After the Storm by Neetu Malik

After the Storm

It was night 
when the sky tore
savagely apart–
ripped by thunderbolts;

he waited for daylight 
so he might 
stitch its wounds
with thread fashioned
out of pride’s remnants,

bruises had spared
just a few.


© Neetu M.


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