Ripe Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

Ripe

Rating: 5.0


Is wind changing direction?
Is it blowing against wish?
Is it crushing all dreams?
Is it making life very hard?
Then pal, sing its good time

Is cloud bringing dark roof?
Is it covering with gloom?
Are the stars moving away?
Is light rays getting pale?
Then pal, dance its great move

Is thunder screaming badly?
Is it making hard to sleep?
Or lighting burned a scar?
Is it firing loud and hard?
Then pal, play the music loud

Is rain breaking the shield?
Is everything washed away?
Is it lancing hard all over?
Is it pouring without rest?
Then pal, its time to celebrate

Pal, that wind is true friend
That cloud makes you proud
The thunder will show wonder
Lighting will teach you fighting
Finally rain wets a grain to grow

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kareem Hany 04 December 2009

i like that poem.. attractive, inspiring and simple too :)

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Anju Addanki 04 December 2009

Kranthi i have been reading u r poems this one i would rate 7 out of 10 as the way u have written the others are much nicer. hope u did not mind for the honest comment.

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Janell Cressman 04 December 2009

amazing as always i love every thing about your poems! ! ! ! ! ! 10

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Rajaram Ramachandran 04 December 2009

A thundering poem on the downpour of rain

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Prince Obed de la Cruz 04 December 2009

i agree to those who appreciate this poem!

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Antonio Liao 09 December 2009

Excellent praise of....the giver of all.....like a perfume gallops the wholelife season of what is life.....thank you for sharing....my vow and salute, , , God bless a 10/10

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Catrina Heart 07 December 2009

great poem...meaningful one! ! ! one of the best on your pages.............

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Louis Rams 05 December 2009

very good write! a ten

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Eyan Desir 05 December 2009

Easy to read and a nice flow of words

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Walterrean Salley 04 December 2009

Love the poem. Thanks for inviting me to share. The last verse sums up adequately the entire poem. No one loves the lightening, clouds, wind, thunder, rain and all the storms that come into our lives. But it is these stormy 'trials' that cause one's life to mature. And if endured (not allowing oneself to be destroyed by them) - they (our obstacles) will make us to become only better and stronger individuals. Thanks for a great poem.

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