Ode to the moving clouds

As I sit on my porch

 I see clouds passing by

Will they halt for me to talk

 ‘Nay’ they say

“We are in mission mode

Have to rush

 And reach the mountains with all our might

A little wind may sometimes help

Most of the time we push ourselves”


I feel so sad I have nowhere to go


I try to tell the marching clouds

The route they follow is not the normal course

The rain they carry is not to soak

Give our share before you go

Sprinkle a little on the roads

Bring a smile to thirsty folks


They hardly wait to hear me out

Ahead they troop with little care

Ready to cause havoc

In places I don’t know where




  • Goldfinch60

    Fine word Gitanjali, may the rain soon bring life to you.


    • Thekkinkkattil

      Thank you Andy. At last it has started raining

    • Orison

      If only the clouds would stop and listen!!

    • SureshG

      Little rain nourishes us, too much and it’s a flood. Your poem today is just the right amount.

    • Teddy.15

      Hello dear Poetess, I adore the subject of clouds and from your title and imagery I truly enjoyed this look up at the clouds.

      • Thekkinkkattil

        Nice to learn that you enjoyed the read

      • Fay Slimm.

        How well constructed and interesting your personification of clouds dear poet together with news of the unusual monsoon season. Best of wishes for rain to refresh people and your thirsty countryside soon.

      • Freni Karaluthara

        It is a beautifully penned poem...wondeful imagination!

        • Thekkinkkattil

          Thank you for the encouragement

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