Treasure Island

shivayadav yadav

(Aug 24 1956 / Karur / Tamilnadu / India.)

Cloud


Brought forth rainy clouds;
Where, she is cool rain water.
Yet you are a cool breeze.
Not far from horizon
Come with me to continue!
Is she brought forth rainy?
Where, the day she has consumed
The clouds too become shines!
Like you dear!

Submitted: Saturday, July 21, 2012

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  • Marieta Maglas (7/31/2012 4:03:00 PM)

    nice association between nature's elements and human being (rain means tears, shine means happiness) , wonderful poem (Report) Reply

  • Romeo Della Valle (7/24/2012 11:20:00 PM)

    Short but powerful and well penned! I love the smooth flow and natural feeling it brings to the reader! Beautiful! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo-New York City! (Report) Reply

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