Aakriti Bansal
MBA Student at IMT Ghaziabad, Economics Graduate
There is a storm,
For a reason, unknown,
He himself is lost.
Wandering in the woods,
Clearing everything in its path,
The storm needs a direction.
Shaken are the trees,
Heaven knows the faith,
If this uproar prevails.
Scared are the winds,
Never have they seen anything as ferocious as this,
But the storm is not to blame.
For where will it find its peace,
In the depth of the valley or the shadow of the mountains,
This too is uncertain.
