A lengthy cloud was above my head.
Giving me comfort under its shade.
I thought crossing it I might reach
To the destination of life's beach.
I ran and ran, but didn't cross it.
It was hovering above, barring heat.
But, it could pour rain any time on me,
So I ran fast along the vast lea.
Amazingly, I couldn't pass the cloud.
It shaded itself with a light shroud,
A semidarkness covered the land around.
A gust of wind made a whirl I found.
The leakage of the cloud was pouring rain.
The heat and dust were running thru the drain.
I thought crossing it I might reach To the destination of life's beach. These lines indicate a deep meaning in this poem. A lovely write.
That is why monsoons in India is eagerly awaited. Thoughtfully composed poem.
That is why monsoons in India is eagerly awaited. Thoughtfully composed poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful and full of imagery. What a fantastic thought! Keep on writing