The storm hasn’t abated yet;
The whirling winds are still so effective,
And the tides so high;
All thoughts so much entangled,
Just like long, unkempt locks of a girl;
Life looks like a difficult puzzle,
Which I have no clue, how to solve;
Time: the shrewd adroit player has played its turn,
And now with a cunning smile, is waiting for me to play mine;
I stand perplexed in front of my adept opponent,
A single wrong move and the game will be over;
Reading the murkiness in my eyes, Time smiles,
I can sense a positive vibe for a while;
“I’m not your rival, I’m your ally” he says,
“Come, I’ll teach you how to play,
And very soon you'll get to know, that no storm is here to stay!"