Shining Orb — by Unma Jajodia

Growing from crescent,
Into a shining orb,
You tell me a story,
That’s easy to absorb.

The calm before the storm,
The sunshine after the rain,
The dusk before the dawn,
The happiness after the pain,
All have their own way,
To convey that one thing,
You always wanted to say,
Nothing lasts forever,
Not even your phases,
Such is being,
Evolving since ages.

-Unma Jajodia