When I look out of my open window
And behold the clouds leisurely drifting away
I am reminded of the days that held with me a tryst
And has now drifted into the far beyond with the gust.
Some days were bright and inviting like white cotton clouds
Others were gloomy and ominous like their somber cousins-
Some rumbled and thundered and rained copious tears
And lo, ushered in a bright day to appreciate and cheer!
Our lives are such like those fleeting clouds Sometimes white and sometimes grey But as engines we must pull the train Sunny or rainy weather, come what may.... (good poem sir and welcome to my page)
i'm not sure if you are referring to days when you met with a lover, of if you are just referring to everyday activities of days gone by. either way of looking at the poem could work. thanks for sharing. it is nice to think that gloomy days can (and sometimes do) lead to cheery days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
our days can vary like the floating clouds in sky, , , sometimes we have joy and sometimes sorrow, , ,