The Poet And The Little White Cloud (Sonnet) Poem by Indira Renganathan

On a sunny day a little cloud was
Light and white and bright and puffy cutie
That it charmed the poet who said 'sabash,
You set my mind joyful oh bright beauty'
Day went night came with silvery full moon
Little cloud was seen again in moon light
Poet was charmed and yelled 'oh what a boon
You set my heart peaceful sweet cloud this night'
Next day morn was lazy and rose bit late
Sky was dark with thickets of the dark clouds
Upset poet yelled at the clouds 'abate!
Atonce and show me that little white cloud'
Dark clouds got wild, thundered a rude poem
'Hey, hey nature's poets we are mayhem'

'But that little white cloud alone inspires
What though you all thunder wary wild threat
You can't do the best like white cloud inspires
As you do havoc too sometimes to fret'-
Upset poet chided the dark clouds harsh
'Do your job just to clear quickly from here'
Said he waiting for them to end their wash
Angry thunders bursted lightnings to shear
'Without water how would it be You think'
Saying they poured and poured in haste patter
Then their frightful body started to shrink
Signed off from there with irked growls of spatter
Morn rose early next day with cheery birds
To sing on white cloud with poetic words

Neat and clean sky was azure-ing its sprawl
Sun was bright leering long-rayed at the earth
Little white cloud came on a lonely stroll
Off and on changing its small shape and girth
Mostly some bird, measly some animal
Long limbed, short limbed, winged and wingless, timely
Floating crocodile luringmagical-
Down, the poet stitching his words simply
Withal the cloud was moving fast its best
Some urgent search might it be that it made
The poet beg the cloud not to go lest
He would shatter.But lo the cloud not stayed
Goodbye it bade'I must grow big and dark
Let me join the rain clouds fast'said it stark