Neela Nath


A Lonely Cloud - Poem by Neela Nath

Silence reigned in the valley.
The lone pass was filled with snow;
No trees but tufts I could see,
Frozen rivers could not flow.

Only a lonely cloud there,
followed me along the way.
Galloping as lively mare,
seemed wanted something to say!

At once a leaf fell on ground.
Its color was deep, deep red.
Casting look no tree I found,
Thought I might have gone off head!

Then, the second leaf fell and,
the third, fourth, fifth on and on;
Was I in sorceress' land,
where none was living person?

The leaves were flying, flying..
The wind also strongly blew.
They danced then whirling, whirling,
like a ring of leaves they flew.

Surprised I then took a look,
Ah! I watched an awesome sight!
The cloud was moving as rook,
and raining leaves with its flight.

A lovely friend I then gained!
Cloud threw leaves and I caught them.
Laughingly, I touched my friend.
Thus we played our throw-catch game.


Comments about A Lonely Cloud by Neela Nath

  • Silver Star - 3,901 Points Ken E Hall (1/30/2014 6:14:00 PM)

    A fairy tale indeed ending in a happy game such is dreams...why not...regards (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,798 Points Sekharan Pookkat (11/8/2013 7:52:00 AM)

    Deep red leaves
    Reminds us the past life
    To keep more goodness
    In the future life! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 219 Points Prasanna Kumari (10/9/2013 7:01:00 AM)

    nice to experience the lonely cloud filling life and the poem... (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,265 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/7/2013 5:52:00 AM)

    Ours loneliness thus did end,
    Cloud threw leaves and I caught them

    a bonding brilliantly penned! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,072 Points Heather Wilkins (8/6/2013 11:12:00 PM)

    the cloud and I became a friend nice read (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,284 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (8/6/2013 9:45:00 PM)

    A poem of displacement.
    The cloud scurrying by hidding all identity.
    You on a frozen plain of life, voidless.
    Leaves are past promisses fluttering down as forgiven lovers.
    You are collecting dead loves, harboring them in you heart.
    The cloud passes, leaving you alone...with dead leaves. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013


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