36. Orange line

Dull sky,

Black clouds

And a thin orange sheet

Lying between the bunch of blacks

Tall buildings all lit up

Chimneys throwing smoke

River is covered with layer of fallen snow

And roads are bustling with automobiles

Standing on the eleventh floor

And peeping out of my window

Among the mixture of various things

Best sight to my eyes is that thin line

That thin orange patch between those black clouds 

A strange calmness

Some consolation kind

And a peace giving assertion

Is what I can feel right now..

But while I am writing this,

My peace is being stolen

Those black clouds are hovering over the orange spread

It's turning black all around

Gradually, entire sky would turn black

I don't like that

I don't like such gloominess

It makes me feel lonely and sad

I wish,

I could steal that bright piece of sky and keep with me..

I am hopeful,

Hopeful for a sunny day...

If not tomorrow,

Some days later...

Though I love snow,

But it'll be more lively to welcome the summers again

To see those beautiful flowers

And bright sky..