They fear the storm, but they don’t see, The force of life that lives in me. I break the silence, I carve the way, Through the darkest night and the brightest day. Heavy rains fall, a cleansing tide, Washing the wounds where secrets hide. Each drop a truth, each gust a song, A world remade where I belong. Zain, they say, a name of grace, Yet I’m the sky in all its space. From thunder’s roar to soft moonlight, I hold the depths of endless night. So let me rage, let me rain, I am the sky, I am Zain. Not bound by fear, not chained by ground, Infinite, fierce—where dreams resound.
A Poet, Writer & Wanderer at Heart - HR is my Calling..!!