In the eyes of storm,
There are some flowers that bloom;
Even in the barren lands, they bloom;
Holding on to their roots, they bloom;
By overcoming all the adversities, they bloom;
Coming out of it all, they grow, they bloom;
Spreading across the love and light, they bloom;
Bringing back the springs with them, and they bloom;
Let's hold on tight,
As the springs come back to life;
Through all of it, let's bloom!
In the nutshell
Often when the roads are covered by the mist, the best way to be is believe in all that you have and continue your efforts.
The storms come to halt, and the life keeps flourishing against all odds.
© 2016 NISARG MEHTA