Wandering Like The Clouds Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Wandering like the clouds
Not knowing where I am going,
Gathering with the like charges
And still aimlessly moving,
Clashing with the unlike charges
And then promisingly proving
That the result of the conflict
Is nothing but thunder and lightning,
The heavy precipitation that followed
Held a new story to be told,
Wandering like the clouds
Not knowing where I was going,
Including clashes and conflicts
A distinct story now I am telling,
Like the rain from the clouds
Found a land full of crops,
The aspiration within me
Found a field to work,
The rain from the clouds
Flourished the crops,
The aspiration within me
Will make me work.