Above The Clouds

Ishika Gautam

A path of morning lit so bright,

Above those clouds I despised,

What a plan to begin this curious day,

Recalled me a time, still vivid in sight,

 

Marked that voice, of a wrinkled oldy,

A weak, brave voice still he's holdin',

Along with me my tiny short hair,

I remember myself asking him boldly,

 

"Does the beings I saw flew away,

Latter above the clouds one way?

Only queen I would rather be,

To place in this throne if they stay?

 

Instead those cushions in the high,

I'll make a couch below the sky,

I'll love and care and love again,

To make them stay, swearing to never lie."

 

A frank chuckles he possessed,

Breaking my daydreams to suppress,

I frowned my hands crossed on chest,

Only if he never left me curious.

  • Author: I.G. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 19th, 2022 15:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: What is above the clouds?
  • Category: Children
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Comments1

  • sophin

    stunning words, dear poet. they fill me with a sort of reflective reverence; indeed, there are things out of our reach that we will never know. 'only if he never left me curious' - what a powerful, yet wistful line

    • Ishika Gautam

      Thank you dear reader❣️



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