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
Gitanjali
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Comments5
Fine word Gitanjali, may the rain soon bring life to you.
Andy
Thank you Andy. At last it has started raining
If only the clouds would stop and listen!!
Little rain nourishes us, too much and it’s a flood. Your poem today is just the right amount.
Thank You Suresh
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.
Thank you its very encouraging
It is a beautifully penned poem...wondeful imagination!
Thank you for the encouragement
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