When

The skies are dark
The sun hidden by black clouds
And the air bears a chilly sting
The thunder roars as the bolts flashes
The drops of rain doesn't do any good
My dark gloom

The sun will come out, One day I know
It has to come out
The birds will sing,
Everything will be fresh and bright
Bright lights and laughter surround me
But When?

- Dilip Singh Mutum (Oct, 1990)