Clouds Of My Life Poem by Sowkoor Nischal Shetty

Clouds Of My Life



There moves the cloud
with the wind that blows
So bright and white
like the pages of my life…

I sit near the window
and watch those clouds
That shows me the way
my life is being shaped…

Never was I able to
see the clouds
Have the same shape
in every minute of my life…

Why does this happen
is what I think
But everyday is not the same
is what it says to me…

I see the winds
blow off the clouds
Which makes me think
when will my life be blown off? ...

It's hard to see
black clouds coming in between
Making my worst fears
strike into my mind…

It rains day and night
making me feel happy and sad
Happy to see the black clouds fading
but sad about losing the clouds…

Dreams of mine takes
shape in the clouds
Always showing me the face
of the person I like…

It always reminds me
my life is in world's hands
No matter how hard I try
can't change the fate of my life…

It's nice to see the clouds
every morning I wake up
This reminds me there is still a day
because I see the "Clouds of my Life"…

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Sowkoor Nischal Shetty

Sowkoor Nischal Shetty

Udupi, Karnataka, India.
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