Storm always passes

Dear little bird,
Trust me! the storm always passes.

Though I am not a storm in your life
Nor you in mine;
And if you think me as a storm
or a dark cloud engulfing everything
Then it will be a great insult to my loving soul.

I do not know what happened
that you had to expose me
in this little place
where people wouldn't understand us.

Even though thousand questions
come on the surface
I only trust you and our emotions.
If you have exposed me
there should be some grave reason.
So, my little bird
Nothing I can do except to trust
and have faith on you.

Lucknow, India