Optimism

It's not just a silver lining on the black cloud I find, An entire rainbow on each of my gloom clouds has signed; Painted into a perfectly artistic masterpiece, Inner equilibrium, like a calm lake, is at ease; Existence, like a stainless steel surface, gorgeously shines, Midst those mockingly peeping charcoal black distorted lines...! Abandoned clothes have been stitched now in embroideries new, To draw water from my, now cleaned-up well, are in the queue; These paintings of my ancestors were created with care, Dumped, lacking an aesthetic sense of the progeny, rare; These are identified; and now in the exhibition, Tenacity has commenced a new vision and mission...! All that had seemed symbols of gloom once are resplendent now, Space betwixt the known and the unknown is short, anyhow; Graves do not look like places of scare or loathe or detest, These are divine decorum, wherein virtues are blessed; With the birds and beasts, I am a part of the universe, Imbibed by the agape, each being I tenderly nurse...!!! 18 May 2023