The clouds beckoned and waved,
They had a sweet message to tell,
These clouds were neither dark or fearsome,
They were pure white, bubbles of effervescence,
They reigned in style like the regal queens of yore,
They were not bothered about the proud hills or heights,
They let the sun shine over their creamy masses,
They let the moon shine over their puffy muffins,
They enjoyed the backdrop of fabulous blue skies,
They stood majestically, along the orange, white, blue horizon
Nice and cute poem on clouds of COONOOR, thank you mam.
You have picked up a chunk of the entire scene offered by the hills of Coonoor in the form of clouds which 'were pure white, bubbles of effervescence' floating unmindful of the otherwise daunting hills all around. Next, it is the exquisite use of personification which lends the poem its unique beauty. Thanks a lot, Geeta ji.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mystical are its look Floating like a boat In an ocean of beautiful color Shading the nature under Shadowing the sun above Lovely are they Painting the blue sky. Well written words. Lovely.