When The Clouds Chose To Drift... Poem by indira babbellapati
When The Clouds Chose To Drift...
the sky was overcast
and any moment
it may unleash
needles of rain drops
we were on a recliner
in that circular verandah
wiping the sweat off the brow
for some reason
the clouds decided to
drift with the wind
and the sky turned
plain and forlorn
i casually looked into your eyes
and saw the reflection of the
thick dark clouds floating on
the skies of the whites of your eyes
ready to burst...
no, i didn't ask you the reason
but held your hand firm
and assumed the form of a piece of earth
all ready to absorb the gush of rain...
16oct2009
21.59hrs
Nice thought with apt title made to ponder on. Good craft.
emotions well absorbed...in the poem lines i mean! good work
well pictorized and the inner warmth felt in ecstasy..................
Your title paints a beautiful poem picture. Wonderful use of metaphor. The warmth of your hand says, 'I am here' in any language.10/10. Love, Sandra
You had such insight in this person using the clouds drifting as a metaphor for depth of feeling. It created pictures in my mind, and this Indira, is what a poet like you writes to give visions to your reader.....10 Karin
yes... you've done your duty here even if you can be the shoulder to one needing person. gentle but firm expressions. loved the poem ma'am. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nice thought with apt title made to ponder on. Good craft.