The Divine Sky

Under the blue sky 

of scattered clouds

After a heavy rainfall, 

There is still hope 

For the moon to shine 

Stars to twinkle 

The sun to rise

So, as I,  stare at it 

from a distance 

All the blues within

Appear to disappear, 

Disappointments  loose anchor

Hope ignites the heart

And the wind whistles 

Warmth of love

On a cold evening

  Of December

Rakhshind Shakir