LULL BEFORE THE STORM

Mainak Dhar

A lazy, calm breeze,

soothes in the early morn.

A harbringer of good tides,

or the lull before the storm?

The pristine iceberg tip,

to gaze at in wonder.

Jagged edges hidden within,

tear the unwary asunder.

The ever convenient facade,

hides real intents within.

For the darkest of despair,

disappears behind a simple grin.