Saumya Gilra

(Rajasthan)

The life of a Cloud


I float upon the colored skies
hide at high noon
shape myself as I want
and waft through the moon,

I jump over other clouds
slide through the rainbow
drift past the colors
Steady and slow,

But now it’s really sad
As there is no beauty left to view
dust and garbage everywhere
even in the ocean blue

There is nothing we can do
So please listen to our plea
So that in this world
Beauty will return for us to see,

I float upon the colored skies
hide at high noon
I wait patiently drifting past
Till beauty will return soon.

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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  • Kavya . (5/24/2013 2:25:00 AM)

    wow excellent poem n wat a good topic u chose! v true, nowadays the increase in pollution has left the sky look dark n stars disappear! well written (Report) Reply

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