The Clouds Poem by Eshan Gupta

The clouds in the sky above,
Glorifies the message of a true life.
The blue sky and its blank stuff,
Symbolize the lazy and serious life;
Which is like a useless dull toy,
Untill embroided with clouds of challenges and joy.
The clouds are the jewels of the blue,
That dresses to meet her lover true.

When the clouds are dark and black,
They are quite angry and sad.
With lightening and thunder,
And scowlful winds; running ahead.
But the harsh time soon flies;
The rain comes, and rainbow arrives.
With black clouds turning white,
And dark time into sparkling bright.

Whenever I sit and stare
At these wandering cloud's glare,
I watch them taking curious shapes.
And when I blink, itheir design they change.
Sometimes animals, sometimes bird,
Can be seen but can't be heard.
May be its the vision of my mind,
That led these clouds the shapes they bind.

Always hanging above the head
Curing the ailment of the sad.
And brings the mighty winds
That opens the knot of doubt, and says:
'Live free and glee in all the ways.'
Though, white clouds are less, and black more,
But hope in my heart I store,
White clouds will become more.